Baxter's note-taking concentration was broken as he heard a voice address him. Looking up, he saw Makoto kneeling just outside of his cockpit and realized that his new commanding officer had climbed all the way up without him noticing. He gave small nod to the sniper's request, setting his notebook aside. "Sure, I can talk." Weirdly enough, he had barely talked to the man in the couple weeks since that fateful mission, and while he may have had some level of dislike for him at the time, he didn't really see anything wrong with him now. Now, he saw Makoto and Isabel and even William as pawns in the same Federation and Zeon mindgames as he was. Something he hoped to fix.