Nightshift 48: Waiting Room/Lobby 1
[from here]
The faded beam of light touched on no person that she could see. Shadowed chairs, too soft-looking for her liking, end tables piled with magazines... Other things that gave no use to their endeavor. No light-haired supposed pilot was to be found.
Stepping to the center of the room, Ayanami half-turned to look back at Ikari, flashlight catching on a second door. They could continue this way. Or they could go another. She had no preference in the path chosen.
The faded beam of light touched on no person that she could see. Shadowed chairs, too soft-looking for her liking, end tables piled with magazines... Other things that gave no use to their endeavor. No light-haired supposed pilot was to be found.
Stepping to the center of the room, Ayanami half-turned to look back at Ikari, flashlight catching on a second door. They could continue this way. Or they could go another. She had no preference in the path chosen.