Jillian, who really had a much simpler mind then Catrina did, docked her Zaku at the prisoner tent herself and walked up to her fellow female ace with a bright grin across her features. "That was awesome! You and I actually went toe to toe with<strong>freakin' Gundams!</strong>Can you believe it!? White devils my ass! We can take those things!" She smiled, putting her fist forward for Catrina to bump. "Come on, you can't stay all gloom and doom forever, consider this a victory! Just imagine what you could have done if you were using a Gouf or a Dom instead of a Zaku." Well, while Catrina was a pessimist about it, Jillian was quite the optimist. Hell, she even had her own little rival on the other side and everything. Though now she knew a little bit about how a Gundam fought, so she'd be even more prepared next time.<br/><br/>Naturally, after Catrina didn't seem particularly amused by Jillian's words, she groaned and put her fist down. "So serious..."<br/><br/>......................................................................<br/><br/>Isabel didn't snap out of her trance until they got about halfway back to base, before she realized that her allies were actually carrying her, the gouf's energy swords still in her hand. "Hu- Huh?" She seemed confused at first, and then realized that she would still be in pretty deep trouble right now if it weren't for her comrades pulling her out of the fire again. Gundam 02 pulled away from it's two allies, and started walking on it's own. "... I'm sorry, lieutenant... I failed." For Isabel, those were the hardest words imaginable to speak, words that caused her heart to sink in shame.<br/><br/>Back in her youth, failure meant death. Failure was unacceptable, if you failed then you were too weak to carry on and didn't deserve to be part of the fight.