"That's a very good word for it." Well, he is a performer. It only makes sense! At least it makes sense to Quatre anyway. Though he's long since been bemused by Trowa's propensity for spray and pray tactics.

They really are, aren't they? Quatre might have to consider his own showy habits later. Though less for entertainment and more for his own personal growth and reflection.

"You don't say!" Quatre laughs, knowing that there was some exaggeration to the story, but now curious to see just how strange this mobile suit was regardless. "Charging into melee? Like a rhinoceros." Which is still absurd, but there's almost a logic to it Quatre can follow. Who'd expect a charging, rampaging mobile suit?

"He what?" Quatre's eyes widen and he gasps, taking offense on Duo's behalf like a supportive best friend ought to do. Taking a step back he eyes the other pilot critically. "You look great." Then again, even if he had put on weight it'd probably be a good thing. His sisters have been complaining recently about how they're all far too skinny.

"So what'd you say?" Because the odds of Duo leaving after that without a word is pretty small. Not that he'd say so unless prompted, but Duo definitely has this habit about getting the last word in sometimes.