"Stop!" a voice barked behind me.
I whirled around. Face to face with the oddest pair of brown eyes I'd ever seen. They stared through me in a way which Rei would've struggled to match. It was creepy that an otherwise normal girl, with normal brown hair, a normal school uniform...save for a red armband... a normal skin colour and a normal honey-coloured hairband should have a gaze that would make a tree blink.
"Mecha Pilot Noriko Nagato," She said, voice thrown forward with authority. "Haruhi Suzimiyah, SOS brigade, Tokyo-3 division."
"Err... okay."
Haruhi now. What next?
"You pilot the black mecha?" she interrogated. Staring... demanding...Haruhi.
I nodded dumbly. Haruhi Suzimayah... Har...uhi...Suzim...iyah...
"Are you a slider, time traveller, esper, or alien?"
I was two of those things... possibly three depending on the definition of 'esper'. But... Har...uhi. My mind screamed what the fuck?
"I am myself." I said flatly.
"Oh how boring." Haruhi sighed. "There has to be some reasoning behind it all. A reasoning for your selection. A great conspiracy behind the Evangelions. A conspiracy to unmake the human race."
For one brief moment, a devious thought entered my mind to tell her something, anything and probably everything, but I was too busy trying not to laugh at the absurdity of Haruhi Suzimiyah showing up in Tokyo-3.