<em>Suzutsuki</em>follows the lead of the submarine at the comfortable speed of 25 knot when a dialogue window pops in front of the mental model's face. A look on the face at the other side of the screen, the kitsune cannot help but sweatdrop once again as she thought to herself, 'What have I walked in to.... a band of misfit doesn't even cover it anymore.... First a submarine with serious personality problem and now another one dressed like a teacher... should I start expecting a heavy cruiser with wings that flaps by now....?'<br/><br/>She of course conveniently ignore the fact that she isn't exactly one to talk about how others dress considering that her own mental model is still as naked as a newborn human. Inwardly shrugging her shoulder, she let the com through and speaks, "Suzutsuki of the South East Asia FOG division, here. I am approaching your coordinate to resupply on ammo and nanomaterials. I heard you guys have some to spare."