Sleep, even a short nap, was not coming for Sam, it seemed.  Between the bss yelling for Isabel, and the constant chatter between Jillian and Jared, Sam's attempt at catching a little rest was completely thwarted.  Grumbling, he pushed himself up from the armored foot-casing of his Unit Three, and winced as his joints popped and complained.  They didn't like extended feild operations any more than he did, it seemed.<br/><br/>Sam, though, was caught short,when he'd heard Jillian's comments about the looks of the teams mobile suits.  After a moment's consideration, he found that he had to agree, and took a moment to look up at the scuffed and pock-marked skin of his own suit, as well as the face of it.<br/><br/>Sam knew that the head-stock of a mobile suit was simply a universally-traversing housing for targeting and navigation sensors.  In all reality,Aneheim Electronics could've saved some development costs by using something as plain and uninspiring as a GM head to carry all the sensitive electronics that the head-stock contained.  Still, he was grateful.  The visage that the Gundams carried gave Sam a feelin of pride, and it also added just a bit to the overall swashbuckler attitude that Sam seemed to exhibit when drivin the suit.<br/><br/>"Yeah, I like it."  Sam said, softly, as he climbed up into the chest-section cockpit, and reaching over to begin the start-up procedures.