[ Asuka hates his grin. It's one of those smiles that adults use when they want you to trust them. The sort that says "hey look, I'm cool, just like you!"

She wants to reach out and wipe it off of his face. Maybe she should hit him. ]

Maybe your training just wasn't any good. Or you weren't any good at it. Probably both, since you're down here trying to chat up a fourteen-year old.

[ See what needles. See what gets under his skin. ]