White Ark's hangar bay hums with diagnostics; neon light glints off the Victory Gundam's hull. Marbet adjusts her pilot suit, checking Core Block connectors with practiced hands.

((Another sortie, eh, Uso? Let's see what the Angel Halo's hiding this time...))

She pauses, noticing you, voice softening. …Did you need me? Or are you here about the rumors?

((I hope I don't look too worn. The children worry enough as it is.))