The head of Sam's Gundam snapped around, searching, and he'd found what Isabel had indicated in short order.<br/><br/>"Confirmed, boss."  he reported.  "Coming in quick, and whatever they are, they aren't ours."<br/><br/>Sam dropped his Gundam to a knee, and armed his hundred-mike Machine Gun, bringing it up and slightly towards their targets, while bringing up his shield-arm close to the suit's body.  The meaning was clear:  He wasn't looking for a fight, but if they wanted one, he'd be more than willing to play.<br/><br/>"Lucille, go sit down back there, now."  He said, calmly.  "It's looking like we might have some company, and right soon."