Get in the Damn Pool, Shinji: Day 3
Rei pulled herself up onto the side of the pool next to Ikari. Pilot-Sensei Soryu's combat training exercises were effective and well organised with the exception of Captain Katsuragi's improvisations. Soryu's attempts to teach Ikari how to swim were not. She would stop intermittently to swim herself. She would support him with her body. Then she would criticise him for the contact. She complained he could not float. Then she expected him to swim. This was confusing. Why would she be inconsistent in this manner?
Ikari appeared to be disturbed. At least that was her interpretation of his body language. She might be wrong. Body language interpretation was inaccurate for someone trained. She was not. Perhaps it was because she knew how he felt under her hands. He was still tense when she twisted to sit next to him. Swimming was relaxing. Soryu was not.
The pool water and the faint scent of LCL from Ikari reminded her of the place she felt most comfortable, the memory pod she had spent more time than usual floating in during her last backup. Whether the backup itself had taken longer or she had just been forgotten about, Doctor Akagi had not explained. It should not matter where her body was.