The Neo Zeon war just ended... and you are a now retired mobile suit pilot, entering a cafe.

It was empty, with just you and one other young woman. She wore black tights and black jeans.

She was in the corner, holding her head, she looks like she has been crying for a while, silently. You recognize her as the ace pilot... she must have retired too. You began to approach, feeling understanding and bad for her.

Her eyes look at you as tears flowed down her cheeks.

"S-Sorry..."