Not too long after Asuka's complaint, Shinji was stepping onto the lobby's carpet, completely drenched and panting, due to the strength he'd used just to keep holding onto his umbrella. Good thing he was wearing an old-fashioned cape and hat, though. Whoever saw him would be undecided as to whether consider his appearance comical or disturbing. Perhaps both, given the lack of color of his outfit and... everything else.

He looked rather lost- if not completely. He'd never even considered coming to the building where all the colored people live, and those who weren't colored had gone to. Shinji had spent a great time wondering how it would look like: if it would be just like the decoration of his and everybody else's houses, or if it would have some sort of savage, horribly disorganized environment where all the crazy colored people had gone to call home.

He looked around, trying to find the girl with the vibrant red hair. She felt familiar, somehow, though he kept telling himself he'd remember if he'd ever met somebody like that.

He found her. Feeling a little awkward about his indecent presentation, he had to stand sill for a moment before gathering up the courage to walk over to her, but not before removing his hat, of course.

"Miss Asuka, I presume?" He asked.