It backs up the general air, though. This pilot is confused, but not hostile; not uncontrolled. Trowa (imperceptibly) relaxes a fraction more.
He doesn't lift his own hands in surrender, but turns them palm-up (and visibly empty) as he halts a comfortable distance away. Trowa's unarmed -- not even anything concealed, very little of which would be useful against a mobile suit anyway -- and his body language, if Wing can read a human's, is saying I'm not a threat.
Not I'm harmless, because Trowa knows perfectly well he's never that, and people who are really harmless don't have this sort of deliberate setting-aside-potential air. But I'm not a threat to you.
"You can stand down," he says, clearly. The mech's external pick-up should be more than good enough to pick up words even over the background noise of the bar, but you never know with unfamiliar tech. "This is a neutral territory. It's a bar called Milliways."
*cackles* I HAD TO. I COULDN'T NOT.
It backs up the general air, though. This pilot is confused, but not hostile; not uncontrolled. Trowa (imperceptibly) relaxes a fraction more.
He doesn't lift his own hands in surrender, but turns them palm-up (and visibly empty) as he halts a comfortable distance away. Trowa's unarmed -- not even anything concealed, very little of which would be useful against a mobile suit anyway -- and his body language, if Wing can read a human's, is saying I'm not a threat.
Not I'm harmless, because Trowa knows perfectly well he's never that, and people who are really harmless don't have this sort of deliberate setting-aside-potential air. But I'm not a threat to you.
"You can stand down," he says, clearly. The mech's external pick-up should be more than good enough to pick up words even over the background noise of the bar, but you never know with unfamiliar tech. "This is a neutral territory. It's a bar called Milliways."
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