Mask was wheezing in his cockpit, still upset he made such a careless mistake. He snapped back to reality as a friendly hand neared his view screen.
"Thank you." He said taking the hand. He found himself repeating the phrase moments later as Grant praised his work. He had his Mobile suit pick up the remains of its leg, and pushed itself back into the air flying. He headed back towards the Sundown with the rest of the group.
Mask then proceeded to pop his canteen open and drink within his cockpit.
"I'm not fast enough. I thought for sure I could do it." He rubbed his eyes from underneath his mask.
"If this keeps up, I may just end up going berserk out there." He said, then exiting his cokpit.
"Hey, If possible I need a repair for my Elf Bullock's Leg!" He yelled to a mechanic crew member down on the ground.