Misato sat on her couch, legs propped up and watching some show on her tv, the hours well into late evening.

"Misato?" You called out, Pen-Pen in your arms as you approached her.

"Where did you get Pen-Pen?"

Misato lifted her head to look over to you, glancing at Pen-Pen before away.

"Saved him," she mumbles, maybe a little intoxicated. "He was a test-subject."