Maria was nervous. Clad in her practically painted-on black plugsuit with a large 00 on the back, and wearing a pair of blinking clips in her hair, she glanced nervously from display to display. Being inside her Evangelion normally comforted her, but today it felt . . tense. Anxious. Angry. If she didn't know any better, it felt downright predatory. Then again, it was a machine built to kill Angels, so with an Angel on the way that was probably it. The pretty lass tried to calm herself down with careful breathing, mumbling reassuring phrases to herself in German.<br/><br/>At least, until her entry plug began to flood. The girl practically jumped out of her skin, as she felt the warm liquid quickly raising up from her feet towards her body.<strong>"Wh . . what's happening?! What's going on?!"</strong>She cried out over the comms, as she attempted to pull on the controls, nothing happening to stop the flow of the orange liquid. Trying to keep herself from screaming, she closed her eyes, only to open them wide as her Evangelion was rocked by an impact. And another. And another! The displays were covered in errors, as she saw the Eva's arms reaching up to scratch and claw at the Eva's own back. There was a resounding crack on the screen, as she saw a wing go flying, along with the armor on her Evangelion's back. Marie clutched at the searing pain in the back her her neck as the monitors began to cut out, the sound of giant metal fingers digging, and scratching to get at the entry plug, the feeling of drowning overtaking her . . .<br/><br/>Marie was screaming now, hunched over and clutching at the back of her neck, as she 'drowned' in the LCL of her completely undamaged and immobile Evangelion.