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Asuka leaps from ship to ship, each foot placed exactly where she needs it to go, managing to balance one-footed atop a bobbing vessel even though she's never in her life done that. When her synch with her EVA is high, it controls so easily; its muscles are her muscles. Not just anyone can do this, she knows.
She's always loved dance recitals, every move perfectly executed, all eyes on her, music harmonizing with motion, human harmonizing with robot. After each mission she instinctively turns in the direction of central command, face flushed with exertion, imagines taking a bow. Applause.