Oh. The robot found her. Great. Just great. Asuka doesn’t resist the urge to scoff, although she chooses to not spit out an insult instantly. She still couldn’t quite figure the robot out - they wanted something, she knew, no matter what they claimed. People and robots didn’t do nice things unless they got something out of it, obviously - but she guessed she maybe shouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth…?
“Is there an issu-Of course there’s a fucking issue! It looks like crap! You don’t settle for less than what you deserve, and I deserve only the highest dining! And high quality dining actually looks good, hello???” The exaggerated hand motions do nothing but make Asuka look more entitled, but she isn’t going to stop.
Although… She does squint at R.N.A. slightly, looking vaguely torn before letting out a small huff. “I’m going to watch you cook it. I don’t want you messing with my food or anything. I’m only going to eat if you make something actually good though. Not half-assed or half-good or whatever.”
The unsure look on her face speaks more clearly than her words. As far as Asuka’s aware, she’s doing R.N.A. a massive favor. She hopes they understand and appreciate it - because if they throw this one out? There’s no need to pretend to be friendly or trust the robot or whatever. It may also be because, based on Asuka’s own words, she is also not going to eat anything unless she gets “good food”, so good luck.
