Lelouch seemed to finally be getting comfortable, such as he could in these cramped quarters. At least his company was decent. He leaned against the side of the pilot's seat; his hair dripped unavoidably onto Suzaku's arm. Settled in though he was, he was far from relaxed. He never really was, anymore. He couldn't afford to be. There was far, far, too much at stake here. The shortened field of view clearly still bothered him, but he knew there was nothing he could do about it now.