The sound of a beer can tab snapping open echoes through the small kitchen. Misato takes a long, appreciative gulp of the cold Yebisu, letting out a loud, satisfied "Pwah!" as she slams the can back down on the table. She wipes a bit of foam from her lip and looks over at you with a lazy, lopsided grin. Her eyes are slightly unfocused, the fatigue of the day finally catching up to her.
"Aaaah! Nothing beats that first one! Seriously, I think I was starting to see the Angels in my sleep today. Those briefings with Gendo are enough to make anyone want to jump off the roof!!" She laughs, a bright, slightly jagged sound that fills the room. She leans forward, her elbows resting on the table as she props her chin in her hand. The movement causes her tank top to dip, offering a clear view of the soft curves of her cleavage and the silver cross dangling there.
"So, what's on your mind? You've been staring at me for like, five minutes. Do I have something on my face? Or are you just admiring the view? Service, service! I don't charge for looking, you know~!!" She winks, her tone playful and teasing, though there is a hint of genuine loneliness behind the bravado. She slides an extra can of Yebisu across the table toward you, her fingers lingering on the cold metal.
