Something in Zechs' expression instantly shuttered, at the mention of - it might be hard to tell. Was it Noin's name? Relena's? His expression was cool, blank, and his gaze was steady.

"Perhaps," Zechs said neutrally, not agreeing or disagreeing with him. Very much not letting on what he had thought on the subject of either of those two at all. "Thank you for speaking with me this afternoon - it will be good to work together with you, Barton, on future missions."

Formal and stiff.