Mask headed to the hangar to review his Mobile Suit. He glanced it over, luckily it was repaired, but weaponry was getting stronger the longer they stayed on this planet.
"The Elf Bullock, it may be strong, but it won't last much longer if I can't move it out of harms way." He said to no one in particular.
"Perhaps, one more battle before I request a mobile suit change."
He then began scanning through the new info he had gathered through the last couple days.
He paused briefly when he glanced a sign on a nearby mobile suit.