[He tugs at his scarf, and two little heads poke up from inside - Sun-D and Cham-P. Maga-G pokes his head out from Gundam's coat sleeve, and Gundam, with his other hand, pats his left pocket.]

Jum-P takes his rest. The others eschew the brightness of the sun as it is unfettered by walls or shade, but listen with approval upon our speech.