Char leans on the rail to watch the Bomb fall apart and into the ocean, watching carefully as he gets his breath back. He beginning to think he's getting too old for this shit, but he doesn't let it show.

"Sorry to break your toy, Viridi," he says to the air, at least half meaning it. That was an impressive piece of engineering. He turns and walks back onto the deck, putting his hand on the shoulder of Athrun's armor in a gesture of congratulations before making his way back toward the bridge.

"Alright, no standing around cheering. I want a full damage assessment on the way home, and then we can break out the drinks," he orders, suddenly fully back in the captain's role.