"Is this how you usually comfort people?"
In commander mode, Misato Katsuragi very much wanted to refuse, but by the time she rose from the long table, she was already straightening her clothes.
Although autumn had arrived, the climate in Tokyo-3, where every season felt like summer, had hardly changed. The weather stayed the same all year round.
Misato Katsuragi's uniform had always been simple, practical summer wear-in other words, the same red jacket paired with a short black dress.
The red jacket was fitted and crisp, while the black dress had a high waist and hugged her hips, its hem falling above her knees. The overall look was sharp without sacrificing feminine charm.
The uniform was also expertly made and of excellent quality, perfectly suited to any task that required physical exertion. No matter how difficult the assignment, it remained comfortable and convenient.
"Of course not. You're special, Misato..." said the Child of God.
It sounded like a tired old romantic line, but in her current state of physical and emotional bliss, Misato Katsuragi found it quite pleasant to hear.
Although Misato Katsuragi did not believe in Shinji Ikari's religious organization, she felt that he did possess some peculiar abilities as the Child of God. His comforting really had helped.
She felt refreshed in body and mind. At the very least, her uncertainty and stress had diminished considerably. Still, sneaking a taste of forbidden fruit with the Child of God in the break room on the eve of the decisive battle for humanity's survival was rather strange.
It was her first time in a place like this. Fortunately, NERV respected its employees' privacy enough not to install cameras in such private spaces.
If Ritsuko found out, she would surely tease her about it for a while.
*I just don't