[ Misato's gaze follows Lyr, eyes fixing on his hands and the unnatural grimace. She should be pleased, if she were so angry at him, but isn't. Pity feels so alien in this room, like a bitter aftertaste on her tongue, and she refuses to interrogate its origins, not when the call comes from Asuka. So, she withdraws, squaring her shoulders to look at Siva'co. ]
The Admiral.
[ It isn't undermining if she has answered his question surely. ]
What's that? Something you've been working on, Rhan?
no subject
The Admiral.
[ It isn't undermining if she has answered his question surely. ]
What's that? Something you've been working on, Rhan?