Truth be told, Shinji had hoped that Kaworu would be the one to answer the door. No middleman needed, a direct, straightforward conversation with as little unnecessary contact as possible. So his hopes were deflated when a stranger opened the door. It wasn't a big deal--he'll just politely ask and quickly go on with his task. If this turned out to be the wrong housing unit, he'll move on. Shinji shifts his grip on the bag, clearing his throat.

"Um, you're... living with Kaworu Nagisa, right? Is he here?"