[Luckily Wufei is both aware of and used to the little cloud that seems to pop up whenever it pleases to telegraph his emotions to the world at large. He even waves a hand at a little puff of glittery pink, as if the cloud will move for him. It does not.]

[He nods as the location is given, committing it to memory.] It can be challenging to explain what a Gundam is to those from other worlds. Regardless, they are... they were precious to us, so I felt it appropriate to have his ring made from a piece of Deathscythe. I will be there soon. [He bows to the screen.]