"Well, good to see the Gundam Fight committee decided on that," Audra said with a nod. By this time her coffee had arrive and the waitress assured her that breakfast would be on its way shortly. "I see why the martians are so keen on the event unlike what I read about the fight on earth a long time ago." She took a sip from her coffee. Although some sugar and cream had been set down with the cup, Audra didn't move to add any; straight black coffee was her preference and the roast was very much to her liking, French vanilla.<br/><br/>"Do you have a favorite to win?" The question was innocent enough, but Audra was already trying to think of how to answer her own question when it would be voiced back to her. It would be safe enough to say Neo-France, her accent was hardly an identifying feature of her true identity.