Leutre gave Miyoko a warm smile. It was an odd thing, having someone genuinely worried about him rather than merely tolerating his presence. Odd, but not unwelcome. "Don't worry. I'll be fine, I always am. You can thank the Lady for that. And it seems you as well... Thank you for your earlier help. I can't remember exactly what I did, but I'm all but certain it was embarrassing."
Stepping forward placed his hands on her shoulder and touched his forehead to hers. He whispered, "Sadalsuud. My sincerest gratitude for being one of the few in this galaxy to tolerate my presence." He stepped back and gave her a slight bow, then turned and entered the armor bay. His father had taught him the importance of taking advantage of others when the opportunity presented itself, but also the duty of returning kindness a hundredfold.
Leutre pushed his thoughts aside when he realized that Nyton and Masako had already changed. Following suit, he quickly stripped and threw his clothes into one of the lockers. While the Daisy armor was somewhat unfamiliar to him, he quickly recalled the the layout of the suit from the technical manuals he had been given. Once he was suited up, he hesitated. He felt the situation finally sink in. His first armor mission. If there was any time he would need the Lady, it was now. Leutre closed his eyes and a deep breath, chanting, "Oh fickle Fortuna, oh Lady Luck, guide us as we run amuck. Listen now, to you I pray, and hope you watch my ass today. Our best we'll give 'er, so please deliver."