Asuka was training again. She was determined to not let her skill-set atrophy, if only because this way she was marginally useful. She might not have been trained for perosnal combat, but she still had muscle memory and training from her Eva - so here she was. The loss of an eye was a detriment, but she wasn't about to let that stop her. If she let herself become useless, then what good was she?

She was settled into a combat stance on one of the mats, spear held out in front of her. Honestly, she felt a bit silly still. A spear wasn't going to do her any good against the UE. Of course, she also wasn't about to just give up. She'd done that once before and she didn't relish the thought of falling into a funk like that again, even if it beckoned (and it was tempting) every day. She shook the thought out of her head and lunged forward at an imaginary foe, thrusting with the spear. She froze, poised in position for a long moment and then fell out of it with a little groan.

She turned, ready to start grumbling to herself about something. Then she spotted Jericho and she tried to straighten herself up, self-consciously brushing at the bangs that hung over her eye-patch.

"Oh, hey. What're you doing here?"

Seriously, she couldn't imagine anyone as inoffensive as him fighting people.