trans_9 | Bruised egos hurt the worst.

After a series of vicious ego-bruising arguments, Asuka had slipped away from the observation deck to go sulk. Well, she wouldn't call it sulking, but really, that's what it was. She already hated this place and, by extension, most of the people on board. No one cared about what she'd managed to accomplish. No one cared that she was a prodigy, that she was intelligent, that she was the best Eva pilot in the world. They just wanted her to be quiet. The fact that this was partly (if not mostly) her own fault seemed to not register to her (or if it did, she was ignoring it very effectively).

She found herself just... wandering. She didn't know this place and she hated it, anyway. She didn't have anywhere to go - all she knew was that she wasn't going back so she could just be humiliated again. She found a quiet corner, away from everyone (she hoped) and buried her head in her arms. She wasn't crying - she was never going to cry again - she was just thinking, away from everyone. That was all.

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He's going to go out on a limb and guess that it's a mecha, not that it matters - what he wants to get a chance to assess is how useful it's going to be in the kinds of situations they're likely to come up against. "You know, this ship has some pretty sophisticated virtual reality suites - if your Eva made it here, its specs should already be in the system." And if not, Stacy would be able to tease a fair approximation of it out of Asuka's memories. "Maybe you could give me a demonstration of how it works?"

Asuka raises an eyebrow, "Really? Maybe I should look into that."

She nods at him, arms akimbo, "Show me!"

"Right this way." Gauron leads the way to the sensoriums, and queues the appropriate program up as they enter. As the Eva materializes, he whistles softly - damn, that is a huge machine. "So this is your world's primary line of defense against all its monsters?"

Bruised egos hurt the worst.

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