Svenja popped the canopy and unstrapped herself from her craft's seat. She was thankful the Sentinels' aerospace technology was as similar to mankind's own as it was; at least they had the same common design principles, and that allowed for compatibility between the RDF and Sentinel's fighter complements. Still, Svenja unknowingly cast a worried face at the Sentinel crewmen who attended to her craft. It was as if someone took a handful of zoo animals, dressed them up and taught them how to crew aircraft; although Svenja had to remind herself that these weren't simply animals, and were very much sentient beings. It was very surreal. 

The Swedish ace pulled her helmet from her head and clutched it in her arm as she regrouped with her wingmates. In a sea of sentinels, it was a bit of a relief to find a familiar face. She watched the Commander exchange greetings with the Sentinels' representative, and was thrown off when the red panda-esque Sentinel opened her mouth to speak. Was it wrong to think this was so bizarre? Let alone the Sentinels' animal counterparts on earth could never hope to speak due to their mouth shapes, that is, if they somehow tried. Come to think of it, what would the Sentinels think if they saw the animals back home? Especially the way we keep pets, or use them for labor. Svenja didn't want to imagine what would happen if they saw the gritty depictions of animal testing, or mass food farms. Maybe if the rest of the earth population connected with the Sentinels, it would make it rethink its treatment of animals. 

Svenja's mental ramblings were interrupted by an ear-grating cacophony, and her vision turned a violent shade of red. [i]"Battlestations! All hands to battlestations! Enemy defold detected, Invid troop carriers launched and closing in!"[/i] 
 She wanted to protest and shout, "We just got here!" but her body was already bounding back to her craft. Diplomacy would have to wait.