Trowa turned, looking at him incredulously. "...mermaids."
His fault? He'd been jerked from his home, stuck in a battle in space, and then put here-- where he'd crashed and been rendered unconscious within a minute. If it was anyone's fault, it was whomsoever had brought him to this place.
And now the old man had insulted Heavyarms.
"I've fought two wars in this 'suit'." Who didn't know a Gundam when they saw it?