KATSURAGI MISATO<br/><br/>Ritsuko's lab was a familiar place for me. I had spent a lot of time here watching Ritsuko's magic fingers dance over the various keyboards, watching Ibuki stare in awe at the most mundane of tasks, chatting with Ritsuko about this or that and always scoffing in my mind at her often robotic responses. She was my foil, and I appreciated that. Was she going too far today? Would she finally pass over my moral limits? No, she wouldn't. This was one of the least disgusting things she had ever done, to my knowledge. I shouldn't have been, but it was.<br/><br/>Shinji tagging along behind me, I entered the lab, not seeing Asuka in the main room, so I plopped down in Ritsuko's well-worn chair and wrinkled my nose a little as a small amount of her womanly scent was loosed into the air.<em>Today's going to be very different.</em>