Wufei turns to look at the stranger with more aggression than politeness. He doesn't lunge, doesn't go for a weapon, but it's sharp, abrupt and— oh. Oh, you're complimenting the Gundam. Well. That was... a little different.

"Nataku," He says, a little stiff in his awkwardness, still recovering, "She is a Gundam. A mobile suit, not an android."

Large indeed, if it had been. But no, the nearest equivalent were Mobile Dolls, and while they could be intimidating to the unready, those automated insults were not a true threat to him.

"I am her pilot."