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[h3][color=violet] Helen Alexander [/color][/h3][/center]

To say it had been one hell of a day before now would be an overstatement in the mind of the American girl. Still, the train ride after arriving in Japan in the first place by plane was a thing that had been...unpleasant to an extent for multiple reasons. Hot people, sweaty conditions in the steaming traincar as they rode to Tokyo-3, seeing the [s]psychos[/s] [s]er, Shinji's?[/s] boys she was supposed to work with as pilots doing their own seemingly schizophrenic "thing". To see Misato's friendly face and a bus playing rock music she recognized from the sorts of stuff her father listened too, she felt had been about to literally jump into the woman's arms and thank her for not being a member of the sausage-fest she had rode here with, and then turn to thank the guy who had the music on for turning on a familiar tune (even if not on purpose) from home. 

ven her usual more-relaxed self was having to make an adjustment to things, after all, as was normal for any person. Though truthfully, for the latter few minutes of the trip on the train she had thumbed over her coin for good luck at that. 

[i][color=violet]'Mother, help me live through this,'[/color][/i] the teen had thought in her mind at the time. 

But jumping into arms of the Japanese woman in a NERV uniform would have been more than a little off. Especially since it was a different country, all things considered. She had to be considerate of that at the very least. But before she could think any more on the people around her, Misato, the boys, whoever had turned on that sweet music to her ears, there was a highly important thing to take into mind. A highly important thing that would need to be taken into account before all others in regards to importance. This would be: Taking into consideration the development of, oh,.......a [b]giant bloodthirsty monster of humanoid shape that was wrecking missiles and the military like they were wet paper[/b]. This giant humanoid was what she assumed was one of the "Angels" she and the others were supposed to fight. Kids, in giant robots, fighting monsters from space. 

It all seemed like a dream job for some anime-bum sitting around at home, but to her it was a reality. Hey, she liked anime a bit as well, to be honest. Yet now, that reality of her situation and that of the other pilots was being driven in heavily by the sights and sounds in the distance, the vehicles, the cruciform explosion, as well as by the giant humanoid that was moving seemingly in their direction. It was not the time to think or to question, but a time to [u][i]act[/i][/u] if anything. So throwing aside initial thoughts and such for the time being, the lone female pilot that had been on the train bolted for her life towards the bus to clamber into it. This was not a thing she was questioning, just reacting to as was fit for this moment in time.  

[color=violet]"YOU DON'T HAVE TO TELL ME TWICE!!!"[/color] the American shouted as she did exactly what Misato had said without any amount of hesitation in the process, her face wearing a panicked look as she hoped this would go well. Or that at least she could get to her giant robot. [s]After all, chicks dig giant robots.[/s]