Sam glanced up at the head-unit of the team's second Gundam, and raised his hands to the sky in frustration.  The girl was an iceberg, to be sure, and Sam doubted he'd ever be able to thaw anything out of her, let alone any kind of friendship.  There might be those who'd accuse him of desiring more than that, but nothing could be further from the truth.  He didn't chase co-workers.<br/><br/>Instead, Sam turned to face Unit One, and looked up.<br/><br/>"What about you, boss?"  He asked, loudly.  "Want help, or did you wipe yours, as well?"