Asuka still doesn't know how to feel about Shinji. Time has dulled the wounds to some extent, but she thinks she might still hate him. Hate him for leaving her to die. Hate him for never actually caring about her. Hate him for everything he's ever done and everything he's never done. There was the tell-tale tightening of her shoulders as she heard him come in, but she put on her best smile (only slightly condescending) and turned to look at him with that arrogant grin he was probably used to seeing.

Of course, by now he can probably see it's not always reflected in her eyes.

"Hey, Shinji! Finally coming out of your room for once?"

There was venom buried underneath the playful teasing.