Kanaya has a basket of goods. These include dish soap, trash bags, and dust cloths. The basket is hanging on her arm.
She is wearing a black winter coat and gloves, and also green makeup. She has stopped at a stand and is examining some other goods. And maybe in that general vicinity is a young human man she does not know at all.]
[Here we have the Shinji Ikari in an unnatural habitat. He has adjusted, however, over the course of the month. The grocery store is now a place he's familiar with and he now knows where the best fruits are tucked away. He spots the alien as he approaches the stand--it's hard to miss the horns.
He scoots in beside her, giving an apologetic smile as he reaches for a product.]
[He goes on to scan the rest of the stand after picking out a spiky-looking fruit.
... truth be told, he's a little curious about what aliens buy. So he casts a sideways look, checking out what the troll might be... well, checking out.]
[What she's buying is very mundane. Cleaning products as mentioned before. Household stuff. Maybe even some bottled water. The one aberration from a completely ordinary shopping mom is that she hasn't purchased a single item you could describe as food.]
[She spends some time walking away from him at a normal pace and then runs back home at 100 miles per hour. No, literally, that's a thing vampires can do and will whenever it's convenient. It's not actually any reflection on him.]
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