Alexander soon entered, the hangar's doors closing behind him. "Set course for the next town, Rance!" He said, jumping out of Reogane.  He did a few stretches, before turning to the direction of Emily and Legran. He frowned, a look of distress appearing on his face. "Shit....I'm really sorry about this." He said, scathing the back of his head and looking down in shame.  "I wouldn't have done it if I knew it was gonna make it bleed, honest!" He said, turning a bit out of shame.<br/><br/>He sighed, looking back up as his normally cheerful look returned. There were still hints of shame, and he still looked a bit red, however.  "Anyways...the president? Hawk?" He asked, crossing his arms. A loo of bemusement crossed his face as he chuckled. "Listen lady, I know I'm a rad and awesome mecha fighter, but I don't do autographs. Tell President Hawk that I'm sorry, but it's just against my moral code!" He joked, chuckling again. It was a bit more...nervous this time, however. "Unless it's about me piloting a few years before I got a permit. But I have one n-now! So it's okay, r-right?"<br/><br/>He suddenly spun around, bringing his hands up to his mouth "I haven't broke any other laws? O-oh! I was a street fighter for like...fuck, 7 years! Is that it? Oh god oh god I don't want to go to jail I'm sorry I'll never fight or pilot with a license again!" He said, spinning back around and getting on his knees, begging.  "Please don't send me to the president so he can arrest me, lady!"