Half the time it amused her, but the other half of the time, she actually felt a need to be the way she was.
They hated it, she knew, but when she gave them all a roundhouse kick to the groin, they were too busy groaning in pain to care very much about her natural behavior. When they righted themselves, if they complained, she'd hit them harder.
Kicking Shinji in the face on a near hourly basis didn't faze her; instead, it filled her with a sense of accomplishment. He could kick her ass if he wanted to, so it made her wonder if he was some kind of masochist.
The thought delighted her.
