[ Asuka has a keen eye and she is watching Clarke for a reaction when she descibres Misato. She's a bit gratified to see that Clarke tends to agree with her - or at least isn't calling her out for being cruel or mean or blunt. She shifts her weight around, shoulders rolling in a shrug as she considers the question. It's... harder to answer than she anticipated. After a moment, she frowns and then shrugs again as she tries to wrap her head around the answer she wants to give.

Misato is complicated. ]

She's competent, if that's what you mean.

[ It's said grudgingly. Whatever her complaints with Misato, the Major wasn't bad at her job. ]

But no. I don't trust her. And why should I? She's never really cared about me. I was just a disposable tool to her and now she barely acknowledges I even exist!

[ That's... some vitriol, alright. ]