He'd somewhat expected that kind of reaction, feeling something he couldn't really discern sink into the pit of his stomach. Their objectives remained the same, but he couldn't bring himself to pick fights over semantics here. He'd lost enough already. Allelujah simply knelt, picking up one of the jacks and barely noticing the glint of it in his hand.

"Allelujah," he introduced himself without the addition of his Gundam, though the blatant color coding CB employed most likely made him obvious. There would only be one gigantic, transformable safety-orange mobile suit in the hangar after all. The compliment made a tiny smile quirk at his mouth, dampened by the recognition of what must've been going through Allenby's mind.

"There was no reason not to. Lives were at stake," he replied, glancing at the Great Wall. His smile faded. "Ignoring that would be unforgivable, even if the battle made me uneasy."