Elizabeth hummed to herself as she walked through the halls of the lab, happy as happy could be. It had just been a routine check up that she was here for, nothing too serious. A glance to the bracelet on her wrist provided her with the sight of the important object, a small pink nodule hanging from it to indicate which Gundam it was. Specifically, the Qubeley Mk II, not the most advanced of all mobile suits, but still one that was impressive nonetheless.<br/><br/>She had to wonder why she had gotten that Gundam though. Did it mean she was a Newtype? Now there was a thought. Who could forget them, bravely fighting in space and resisting those enemies who had appeared to drive them away from their homes, the reason for this project in the first place. It was the Newtypes who had proven most capable, and to think that she might be one, it practically made her giddy in anticipation.<br/><br/>"Today is going to be a good day," she said to herself with a smile as she passed by some guy in a lab robe, not caring who he was. Now that she had finished her examination she didn't have to care, and fully planned on doing something fun while she had the chance. As any Spacenoid could tell you, the day was precious. You couldn't just waste it, and she didn't plan to.