Evangeline ushers the man out of her ship, watching over him as he returns to his own craft and takes flight without hesitation.
Come on Misaka you can't tell me you don't want to abuse him not even a little bit? He's such a sweetheart no warm-blooded woman could resist. And he's always so cute when he's upset.
Playing the part of the wife to the man with wandering eyes to a "T", the caramel-haired Kusarian tweaks her partners' ear in light-hearted displeasure.
No, Eva. It's just you with that mean streak of yours.
Aww.
He's one of the more useful people I've got under my wings, that's for sure. Having a battleship standing guard over this place can only be a good thing, after all. I just wish he'd ask for payment of some kind. I don't really like having him do all this work for me without giving him anything...
I think he's happy that someone like you shows him affection. It seems to me that he hasn't had many friends in his life. It's sad that it's been that way, but, looking at him just now, he's a million times better than when we first ran into him.
The two leaders observe the gunship taking leave of the moon's mediocre gravity well and disappear into the vast nothingness of space. Evangeline retakes her position upon the masochistically rigid captain's chair at the center of the ship's bridge and reboots the laptop she'd left on the console.
The infant cupped in her left arm wakes up and after a brief bout of muffled, desperate cries, finds her mothers' nipple and quickly begins feeding whilst her parent clumsily peruses the computer with her one free arm.