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[The video flickers on to a close shot of a dark-haired woman's face. It's possibly you might have seen her face before, on the ad at the bus stop, or model that new dress in a magazine. She usually appears to exude pure confidence in her photographs, but right now, she doesn't look confident in the least.

If anything, she appears to be a bit apprehensive.]

I don't know if this is the right place for this. [She runs a hand through her long, black hair.] I'm not even sure if all this is real.

[Her thoughts flicker to the newly-formed scar on her chest. She shakes her head, as if to dismiss the thought entirely.] What am I saying? It had to be real!

[She forces her lips to curl up into a small, tight-lipped smile.]

I'm Misato Katsuragi. I don't remember any of my past life, but I'm hoping that someone out there might be able to tell me more. If that name or this face mean anything to you, I'd like you to call me. My number's 555-736-7360.

[Her smile widens now. It's certainly more genuine than the smile a few minutes before -- and relaxed, too.]

Hope to hear from you soon!

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[Misato is insistent, though.]

And why not? There are buses, you know!

But I couldn't get on one - ...

[Not without attracting much too much attention in the process, and that's even with a hand!]

-- And I'm blind, I'm not gonna --

[...Make someone chaperone him to the bus stop, even if he can keep himself reasonably inconspicuous - no matter what there's risk run somewhere.]

[Misato runs a furious hand through her hair. This was getting more frustrating by the minute!

But truth being what it is, he does have a point. That whole being blind thing kinda puts a damper on the whole 'meet up' thing.

It'd be easier if she could just pick him up, but...]

I guess I'll just have to take a raincheck, then.

[A small smile.]

You know I'm being serious, though. About the whole being human thing and you getting out more, I mean. It doesn't matter who or what we are -- or even who we used to be. We're all still deserving of the same rights as everybody else.

So don't forget that, 'kay?

[He quickly bows his head for a nod, works up what may or may not be perceptible as a polite smile.

Tone's mild.]

I -- ... do appreciate it, ma'am, um - be - believe me... Please. I'm-I'm sorry, if -- it -- sounds like I'm... ["Not appreciating it", "not grateful", but that'd be redundant.] ...being rude.

[Technically less accurate - but it sounds a mite more coherent, somehow.]

...A - and it's, uhh. Not that I don't - that I feel like I shouldn't be tr -- shouldn't be treated like a human, um. I promise...

It's, errh... [Awkward shake, even he doesn't know how to phrase this thought, though he knows what it is - ] That we don't -- know how uhh... We don't know - how -- ...other people will "accept" us...

I umm. [Slight binding-up for a stilted attempt at injecting self-directed humor.] Still get people asking me if I eat people.

[Misato waves a hand in front of her.]

Don't worry about it! Besides, I'm sure the two of us will meet eventually.

[Right?]

There's always going to be some people who won't accept you, no matter what you look like, or who you are. There's just no helping it. There's even people who don't like me out there.

[Can you believe that?]

So, you might as well just do what you want, y'know? If other people get their feathers ruffled, well, so be it. Those people can just sit on it and spin.

[His joke does win him a smile, though.]

Really? I just can't imagine you being the flesh-eating type.

[Sticking bit of tautness and wavering of humor - good that went over well!]

I'm not -- I... [Additional push of a "heh...!"] Don't eat at all, which -- which makes sense - anyway...! [After all, dead people shouldn't have metabolisms!

That said, slips into slightly more relaxation.]

And uh -- I mean it - I appreciate your. Uhh - thoughts. Ma'am. I really do...

You don't eat? Not at all?

[Misato's expression is horrified.]

Food is one of the best parts of being alive!

[She pouts, but her expression quickly softens.]

Oh, it's not a problem! [Another casual wave of the hand.]

I was actually kind of in a bad mood before I started talking to you, but I think I feel better now.

[All this talk kind of put her own problems back in perspective.]

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