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

The world had gone white, whilst light and fire had visibly shined above them like a terrible things trying to claw down at them and lick them with its fiery, thirsty flames that desired to consume them all one one greedy gulp. And yet...she and Misato and the driver were alive now, at the very least. Misato had used her body to cover her up right away, whilst pulling the current driver of the bus down as well, and this had definitely been a thing the American girl was thankful for, if not endeared a bit by when it came to this woman she had just met and was already willing to protect her life. Though as Misato had tackled her down, she had grasped onto the woman without thinking, albeit while having attempted to duck down herself even more as the cry for the boys in the back to get down had gone out from the Japanese NERV employee's lips. Regardless, as she had sat back up once more, she had quickly surveyed the bus visually to ascertain just what the state of things were. 

Beyond all of the windows being shattered and the glass scattered everywhere (including some on herself and in Helen's own hair), however, and the hot feeling that lingered briefly within the bus' confines, it seemed that they all and the bus were intact. Though immediately after this the communications cut back on, and soon a new set of voices rung into the bus that instantly drew Helen's attention away from the small group's own plight at the moment. Between the two main voices that were there, one seemed to be a woman Misato called "Ritsuko", whilst a cold, dispassionate, and admittedly calm voice of the man who was being called "Commander" was another that seemed to chime in. But the topic of debate was something that got under her skin a bit. Another voice, that of a weak-sounding girl possibly about her age, chimed in as she was ordered to get ready to...pilot a damned EVA in that sounded to not be exactly a good condition. 

[color=violet]"So help me, that asshole better not send someone hurt out there to fight instead of us....,"[/color] the American girl said, attempting to lower her voice to talk to herself as her frustration was bubbling up at the situation, though amidst Misato's far more wild and untamed driving than even Aoba had shown himself just prior, she was quickly trying to focus back on the situation. 

After all, if the Commander was the asshole he sounded, she did not need to start pissing at a superior. That was one way to get her butt sent home or killed or otherwise in the end, though that didn't mean she had to like whoever was on the other end and willing to send a wounded other pilot out amidst all of this. Gripping the metal pole near the bus door with one hand and her seat with the other hand, Helen used these actions to unleash her momentary anger, before looking back at the purple-haired woman who was now right in front of her in the driver's seat. 

[color=violet]"Here's to hoping they don't drop another explosives on where we are before we get there,"[/color] Helen said to Misato, attempting to show her fingers crossed on one hand for a moment, before a bump in the road nearly left her falling out of her seat and quickly putting that hand of hers back on the metal pole. 

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