[ Her annoyance is clear on her face, brows drawn together and lips in a frown, and she stubbornly stands her ground to meet Shepard's pointed finger.
But what lies behind her eyes hardly matches what she expresses, when there's little in the way of anger on her mind. At most, she's ticked off that someone would talk to her this way, even if the message fails to resonate. There are a thousand ways to push Misato's buttons and a lengthy dressing down, and a misguided one at that, isn't one. This grand speech about going after whatever one's heart desires to hell with the consequences is a weapon she has too often used against others to be effective against herself. In the true tradition of neither of them knowing much of each other.
She decides against chasing after Shepard when she's not done donning her disguise, promptly going back to the task at hand. She picks between a few possible last words she could send through the mind's link, then decides against it. She has already said her no. ]
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But what lies behind her eyes hardly matches what she expresses, when there's little in the way of anger on her mind. At most, she's ticked off that someone would talk to her this way, even if the message fails to resonate. There are a thousand ways to push Misato's buttons and a lengthy dressing down, and a misguided one at that, isn't one. This grand speech about going after whatever one's heart desires to hell with the consequences is a weapon she has too often used against others to be effective against herself. In the true tradition of neither of them knowing much of each other.
She decides against chasing after Shepard when she's not done donning her disguise, promptly going back to the task at hand. She picks between a few possible last words she could send through the mind's link, then decides against it. She has already said her no. ]