What's your mobile suit look like?

[The question pops out before he can stop it. He immediately waves his hand as though to dismiss it, though; she doesn't seem to like questions very much.] Sorry, you don't have to answer that. I could show you the hangar, though, if you want. Or one of your friends can. Whatever.

[Her question surprises him a little, and he eyes her back, guardedly. Some people get weird about ages here, he's noticed.] Fifteen. Why?