That's all right, they will take what they can get. The dragons aren't very picky, and they know where to go (or who to go, in this case, Peter) to get food. Peter opens his mouth to speak when a gush of wind hits them hard, and he has to wait until it calms down a bit to answer.

"Ugh, damn it.... Everything about this planet is very peculiar. I've met people from my same world, but they were from a different point in time than me. So that can happen too. As for the giant robots, there's a variety in the Hangar. I think Dorothy called hers 'Mobile Dolls' and not Gundams too."

Peter pauses under another awning for a brief second, giving Trowa a look and then a smile. "Cool. The ones I've met here had always been a bit secretive about their occupation, but we generally get along well." He even had a conversation with Heero that didn't involve any death threats. "What's your Gundam called? Does it have wings too? You should check if it's in the Hangar too, my ship appeared out of the blue."