Sam did as he was told, lowering his arms and retaking his seat.  The boss hadn't even blinked when Sam vented his frustration, and even agreed a bit.  For Sam, that was all that was needed, and his respect for the 432nd's commanding officer was restored.<br/><br/>However, when Isabel stood and walked out, Sam raised his hands again, this time in a plaintive gesture, and looked at the boss, pleadingly.<br/><br/>"This is not my area o expertise, boss man, but I really think  she's an unreliable liability."  Sam said.  "I have no idea what her issues are with that crazy fuck we ran into, but if she's gonna do all this, the she's a section-8 case, for sure."<br/><br/>Sam resigned himself to the situation at hand, and shrugged.  What he'd said was true, he had no real idea abot Isabel at all, nor her connection to the bastartd that tried to scrag her, or the past that existed between the both of them.  However, it seemed that Sam didn't need to, not in his own way of thinking.  In Sam's reasoning, Isabel was part of a team, a team that consisted of three mobile-suit pilots and the crew of the sensor hover-truck.  Simply put, if she couldn't hold up her end, then Sam had little in the way of pity or empathy for her.<br/><br/>The other thing that rested in Sam's mind was, he had, in at leat one instance, tried to get Isabel to open up, to let some of this out in a more gentle way.  He wasn't  completely heartless about the situation, but neither was he a complete push-over, either.<br/><br/>"Sorry, chief."  Sam said.  "I've said all I can."