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Once Jamie had learned his Zoid was aboard the ship, he'd wasted no time heading for the hangar. Despite getting a little...waylaid en route and now suffering an inexplicable hankering for cake, of all things, he'd promptly resumed his search, intent on nothing but his mech.

Poised now in the doorway of the hangar, he peers in somewhat hesitantly. He wants his Zoid to be here, more than he's willing to admit, but at the same time he's a little afraid to get his hopes up and be disappointed. He's still not entirely sure he can trust everything Stacy says - but then again, Vega's Zoid is supposedly here, so there's no reason Jamie's shouldn't be...

And then, he spots her. Standing docilely in a dimly-illuminated berth - huge boxy head angled toward the ground, foreclaws limp, optics glowing faintly blue - is the Geno Saurer.

There's a pause, and then Jamie, well...squeals. He utters an utterly un-masculine noise of glee and sprints toward the Zoid, leaving an almost palpable trail of sparkles and glitter and rose petals and shoujo bubbles and fluffy bunnies in his wake. He clears the distance in practically no time and throws himself at the Geno's hindtalon, clinging to it like some kind of depraved howler monkey.

This is one happy nerdboy, right here.

The Geno - though it's hard to tell if it's actually pleased or not - at the very least responds to Jamie's presence, its optics lighting more brightly as the teen nuzzles its claw and chatters mushily at it: "Oh man I missed you so much. How's my girl? Howsmygirl? Did you miss me? 'Cause I missed you, yes I did..."

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Jamie raises a brow as he studies the other mech. It's the largest he's ever seen, and while not quite the strangest, its appearance is unusual - thin, lanky, with vaguely inhuman proportions. Kind of surprising he didn't notice it before, really, but to be fair he had other things on his mind when he first came in.

"Eva, huh? Pretty impressive." Not necessarily better, mind you. He has no idea how it performs, and he's naturally biased toward the Geno Saurer as far as personal preference goes.

"Of course it's impressive!" Her voice is confident, strong. She's trying not to let too much of what's been happening aboard lately get to her. She'll be strong. She'll fight back. She won't cry. Because she's Asuka Langley Soryu, dammit and Asuka Langley Soryu isn't weak.

She flashes another confident grin, "Capable of withstanding tactical nuclear warheads - the most advanced war machine on the planet!"

That, Jamie has to admit, is something to brag about; he doubts any of the other mechs he's ever encountered are capable of surviving a nuke.

"Really," he says thoughtfully, regarding the Eva from his position beside the Geno's claw before glancing back at Asuka. Most advanced on the planet, huh. "Where're you from?"

"Earth, duh," she responds, "MOre specifically, I was based in Japan... Although I'm originally from Germany."

She tosses her hair back, suitably pleased that she's made him pause.

His look flattens just a tetch at the "duh", though he supposes on some level he deserves it; most of the people he's met in these interdimensional hub places seem to be from one version of Earth or another.

"So are you with the military or what?" She looks a little young for it, but it's not unthinkable, and it seems pretty common in most other universes he knows of for giant robots seem to be used in military applications.

Her grin stays as smug and arrogant as ever as she turns away from him to glance at Unit 02, "Paramilitary, technically. I'm part of NERV, dedicated to defending humankind from the Angels! And I'm their best pilot."

"I'll bet," he says, a little dryly. She's a dead ringer for Leena personality-wise, all right. She might actually be as great as she claims, or she might just be full of hot air.

"What're Angels?" Sounds like a deceptively innocuous thing to need protecting from.

"Angels?" She raises a brow, turning back towards him, "Aliens that were tying to destroy humanity. Of course, they're probably all dead now, too. Good riddance to them."

She scowls, glaring at the wall for a moment, "...but my world's still gone."

Jamie's own expression falters a little, but he manages to cover it with a cautious shrug. "That's what we were told, sure..."

'But I don't buy it', while unspoken, is very heavily implied.

"We're still not getting home anytime soon," her tone is dismissive, expression one of irritation, "It doesn't matter anyway..."

Jamie just shrugs again. "Still, even if there's a chance of going home, 's better than everything just being gone," he says. "And maybe if we do what we're told they'll let us go, eventually." He doesn't sound entirely convinced, though, and his lip is curled a little in something like anger, as though he actually suspects their captors are just going to keep screwing with them indefinitely.

Asuka snorts derisively, "Yeah. And maybe pigs'll fly. I'm not holding my breath."

She leans against one of the supports for the maintenance catwalks with a shrug, looking away from him. She doesn't particularly want to talk about the worlds they've left behind, her brow furrowed as she glares at the ground.