"Who says I'm not a knight?" Audra returned, more amused than offended. Strictly speaking though she didn't exactly have a strong claim toward nobility, but it didn't make her any less of a soldier. "From your speak, I'd wager you to be an American...but you're not Neo-American's pilot." As an ambassador's daughter Audra became familiar with a wide variety of speech patterns, but she knew better to assume an American was from America; she'd met quite a number of ex-patriots throughout various countries. "Even if I'm not, the people now prefer a more realistic representation of their country. Being a knight isn't always about being a social paragon...their point was to do battle."<br/><br/>She had a feeling he might be representing a smaller country, but Audra wasn't so arrogant to assume she had an inherent advantage over the man. Taking a moment to size him up, Audra could tell that he wasn't a green horn of a pilot, that he's seen some action himself, just like her. Besides, her gundam, as it stood now, was incomplete. She would have to take every fight seriously.<br/><br/>Extending a hand then, she introduced herself. "Audra Garnir. Nice to meet you, Monsieur..."