Warren tried to make himself comfortable as he adjusted his seating on the chair, failing rather miserably. He slowly opened one eye, glancing around the room as he heard people speaking. It was a girl who'd spoken first, from the middle east or somewhere thereabouts if Warren had to guess on her origins, though her accent seemed to hint that she had come from India. She seemed to be in the middle of a conversation with the other pilot here currently, and Warren had no reason to interrupt, so he settled back down and closed his eyes once more.

His second attempt at rest failed miserably as a sudden "Hey!" was shouted out by the Indian pilot. Warren started a little, eyes shooting wide open in surprise as he quickly looked around to see what had happened. He gave a sigh as he saw that it was nothing pressing, rubbing his head, though apparently two more pilots had shown up during the time he'd been sitting there. If it kept up at this rate, there'd be barely any need to wait at all. Warren did a quick mental count. Five out of the six that they'd be expecting.

Warren quickly glanced over the two new comers. One was another boy, perhaps a little younger than Warren himself, and the other was a very young girl. He frowned to himself at that. He understood that Evangelion pilots had to be young out of some technical necessity that he didn't fully understand, but didn't NERV think that they were, perhaps, 'robbing the cradle', so to speak, on this one? This girl couldn't be older than twelve. He kept his concerns to himself though, stretching out his arms as he figured that he wasn't going to be getting any rest at the moment. "We barely know each other's names, and you're all already going at each other, huh?" Warren asked with a yawn.