[ Misato's response is swift and definite: a displeased crinkle of the nose, a disbelieving huff, a scowl by any other name. But the timber of her mind betrays something else, a quiet appreciation for his calmness and a breath held so as not to disturb the minnow, belying the charade of her outward reflexes. ]

Really . . .

[ She mimics him, linking her hands behind her back too, and trying to match his steps, a child learning to walk. ]

Your thoughts to start, since you're, you know, thinking. Rhan's optimistic, isn't she? But all I can see is us making a mess everywhere.