Warren yawned as he stepped out of the car, a duffel bag by his side crammed with what few personal belongings he owned. He had arrived in Tokyo-3 only recently after his flight in from the United States, and it was far to sunny right now for his liking, particularly with his jet lag factored in. Sleeping on a plane was never a comfortable prospect, particularly the military cargo plane they'd shoved him in.

He had been briefed somewhat on the transfer beforehand. It seemed strange, and possibly a little dangerous, to have six pilots transferred in all at once. There was much that could go wrong, a synchronized attack on all the pilots while in transit could have seen the entire world's defenses crippled. What had made Japan so important as to require the aid of six Evangelions, he wondered to himself. At least NERV had the decency and sense to send an S2 Agent as an escort. The same S2 Agent rolled down the window of the unmarked van Warren had ridden here on and pointed Warren towards where he was supposed to be going before driving off. Warren took a second outside to compose himself, trying to hide his tiredness, before entering the doors. He hoped that no one here tried to speak with him. The transfer had been on short notice, and Warren was only given a few days to prepare, meaning he was only given a basic crash course in Japanese, being expected to learn the rest through personal study and immersion. It'd be enough for now, and he'd studied a small book on the subject during his flight here, but he still made a mental note to become more fluent in the language. If he'd be working with the command staff here, it'd be best if there weren't any issues in their communication.

He made his away through the building, before coming to the designated meeting spot. He spotted someone already there, reading. It was a boy, looking roughly Warren's age, he guessed to himself, with brown hair and brown eyes. The boy looked to be Caucasian, and not from around here. Another one of the pilots then. He was feeling a too tired for a conversation right now, so Warren simply approached silently, taking a seat a few spots away from the other boy, dropping his duffel bag on the ground. He crossed his arms and closed his eyes as he leaned back into his chair, desperately wishing to be in bed right now.