"You don't seem happy… to be captain of this thing," he had said to her a few hours after he met her. He tilted his head to the side innocently; bluntly stating what was on his mind. She was so astounded by the outburst, she stiffened up and her back was a straight as a rod, and she… gave up. Captain Ramius hunched over her desk, head buried in her arms.

"No, I suppose… I'm not, I don't want to be here – in this," she rambled, hair spilling over the desk like her own dialogue. He tried to look around the room, at charts and graphs – everything seemed mathematical – then back at her. With a tinge of regret, he shuffled his boots and waited for her to continue and regain her composure.

"But… I'll do my best. That counts, doesn't it, Lieutenant La Flaga?" She cleared her throat hesitantly, staring him down with those marigold eyes of hers.

"Yeah, yeah. We all appreciate it, Captain." He flicked hair out of his view, showing her a toothy grin. Mu turned to exit the room, with his homage paid, yet she lunged forward and placed a hand on his arm.

"No – no, not yet. Don't leave, I can't… face them out there yet." It sounded pitiful, it sounded selfish, but he shrugged and let her babble on a bit more.

Besides, he didn't mind staying with her, not at all.

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Cherry: Rofl. Yeah, I guess I got the tone I wanted. That's pretty funny to imagine.

Gundam: Heehee, thanks. :3

Manga: You know. I think that's a plot hole. I couldn't think of anything to put in there, so I deviously left it blank for you to think up something. It could very well be his fifth birthday party. :D