It was actually fairly difficult to try and carry an adult, even if there were three of them. It wasn't because Misato was heavy (she wasn't, especially), but because she was just bigger then any of them. It was something of a placing that they onl had to stagger a few steps to dump her onto the couch. They were back in the apartment that Asuka had just left (supposedly to go on her honeymoon) a day or so before. Great. Not to mention that the airfare was wasted.

It had been rather exciting, though. The trip through time and space to pull Misato out of her own death (why couldn't they have saved others?), to alter the timeline slightly. To ensure that Misato lived instead of died. It was something, though. No matter how small, she'd salvaged something out of that miserable place.

She folded her arms with a harumph, glancing over at Kaworu and Minato, "Now what? Do wej ust wait for her to become lucid again? She can't live here!"

Yes, she was already complaining.

When she'd taken Minato's mirror, she'd only hesitated for a few moments. She was going back to a world that... wasn't quite her own. It was supposed to be dead. It was supposed to be gone. But this one? This one wasn't. The world-hop is a familiar sensation. A rushing, tugging, pushing sensation and then she was somewhere that was actually quite familiar. It's NERV. She knew that Misato's office should be just around the corner - still, she wanted to avoid contact with anyone but her. Being detained here would be... unfortunate. Something she doesn't want. She crept up to the door and lifted a hand to knock (praying that Misato was actually here and not out).