"So, of course you start to practice. Like a robot," Asuka deadpans. She stalks over to him and eyes his setup - the music, the instrument. Her lip curls slightly - she still wants to scream at him. Make him pay for everything. Well, a part of her does. But the little peace offerings, the tentative little bridges they've reached out to each other with - they're tempting. They offer the idea of companionship, someone who's a bit safer than anybody else here. Who knows about her life in Tokyo-3.

She reaches out and plucks one of the strings, listening to the sound it makes. "Why'd you keep repeating that last part, Ikari?"