Kuroda nodded, not wishing to interrupt as well as knowing that a three-way much would just be awkward and pointless, since every match in the Gundam Fight up until the Finals would just be one-on-one anyway. "Yeah, don't let me get in your way. I'll just see what I can do against some of this ship's store of VOs. If either want of you want a match after, though, just let me know," he said as he continued walking past the two and went to his pod in the corner, where he climbed in and let the machine suit him up. Not paying too much attention to the girls right now, he started going through the long list of Virtual Opponents, which contained just about every Gundam Fighter from the past 150 years.<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>The man laughed again, but this time he seemed a bit more sinister, like his taunts were growing less and less empty. "You say I'm simplifying the world, but do you really think this is going to be a simple case of you going to Mars with him, taking out the Arbiters, and going home with no complications?" Sticking his cigarette back between his smirking lips, the green-haired man started to circle her. "War is never that easy, and trust me, a war is coming. Maybe that's not such a bad thing for you, though. You'll finally have a purpose," he said cryptically, reaching out to stroke the side of her hair with the back of a finger.