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

Helen could not say she enjoyed having the very life being squeezed out of her right now by a highly stressed and seemingly angry Misato. Though the woman's mood was far more reasonable and understandable than that of the three schizophrenic-looking boys that were sprawled on the back seat of the bus. There was a giant alien attacking, the military or UN or something had been fighting it to no end, and the four pilots needed to get to their EVA Units as quick as possible at this point. Especially since now she could not hear the sounds of exploding missiles and bombs going off anymore, which was a concern. 

Yet lingering, ignoring orders from their superior, going on mental trips or something or whatever had delayed them, the boys seemed to be on a bad start to her perspective, and already were not among her..."favorite people" right now. However, she could only guess at their reasons for what they had done, though her first impressions of them from the ride here were factoring in. It wasn't "nice", especially since they would likely have to work together here as pilots, but it was all she had to run with right now without understanding any of these people very well at all at the moment.  

However, at the very same time it was a highly important fact to note that Helen....didn't say she wasn't enjoying being squeezed tight against the plump, luscious chest that was possessed by one Misato Katsuragi. She had never really spoken of her own preferences to anyone else, but in the end the enjoyable aspects of the tight hug were not lost on her at all. However, the tightness of being squeezed even more was not exactly conducive to...well, breathing at all or getting any blood flow to her brain. This being noted, whilst her body noted the experience in the back of her mind, the rest of her was focused on far important matters. Like attempting to cope with the tension and not wanting to die by a giant alien before she even got into her robot. 

Glancing up at the mirrors of the bus, especially the rearview mirror, the American felt a drop in her stomach. Beyond the boys in the back and terrain immediately around them, she saw small dots in the distance moving through the sky...[b]away[/b] from where she had seen the Angel standing. She had no idea what that meant, but her gut told her it might not be a good one. 

[color=violet]"Hey. Look. At. Mirrors. Behind. Us. Things. Moving,"[/color] the teenage girl choked out to Misato as best as she could whilst in her current position as the Japanese woman's favorite teddy bear for stress relief, attempting to make herself comfortable in the position so as to not disturb the woman's concentration or such on the current matter at hand.  

[@AtomicNut]