Kelly had her remaining eye closed, apparently meditating, exactly as she had been trained to. Her plugsuit, coloured a glossy black/red, was similar to the others, with the exception of metal protrusions around the waist and shoulders, these though, served a purpose. In keeping with the theme of her Eva, her Plug looked more like a armoured spike than the tube used by her fellow pilots, it was meant to help protect her from harm, but of course, that would be pointless if she was free to bounce around the inside of the plug or maybe bash her skull against the lap-restaint that was all the other pilots had to keep them in their seats. So there were three pairs of metal clamps on her seat, two at the shoulders, two at the hips, and two at the heels, which clamped onto her and would keep her firmly planted in her seat until she hit the release.<br/><br/>Despite previous accidents, she was rather comfortable in her Eva, she liked to think they had a understanding now. But while she was completely unfased by the unfolding chaos in the command center, the notion of actually,<em>finally</em>going into combat for the first time had her nerves up, and she couldnt help but worry that<em>this time</em>something else would go wrong. The LCL filling the plug was nothing new to her, shed been raised a Eva pilot, in all those years obviously someone would have explained LCL and its role in synchronization, its not like this was her first time a entry plug, her eye could attest to that if nothing else.<br/><br/>But maybe it was the excitement, or the stress, or both, but as the LCL poured into the plug she felt a sympathic flare of pain in her empty socket, and before she realized it she was hyperventilating and writhing against her own restraints. The fit lasted until the plug filled and the system powered on without issue... Only then did she realize she was being ridiculous and forced herself to calm down. Only then did she realize that she was gripping her pocket watch in her hand, it was a gleaming, palm-sized piece made out of advanced materials, but with a old fashioned hand-wound mechanism, the motion was skeletonized, so the spinning gears could be seen behind the hands as they precisely clicked along. Almost on reflex she pressed the botton, popping it open to make sure it was still working, and it was, of course, the thing could probably survive being run over by a truck. Sighing forth a current of LCL, she released it, with a little push, to send it floating around. This facet of LCL had always fascinated her, in a distant sort of way, advanced though its materials were, the watch was not<em>that</em>light, it should have sunk, but it didnt.<br/><br/>Shaking her head to clear it, she gripped the control sticks, "Eva 11, Ready." she announced to the control center.