Gendo Ikari stood impassively, waiting at the door for the elevator. He did not tap his foot impatiently. He did not sing along to "The Girl from Ipanema" on the muzak.
He just waited.
Slowly the elevator descended to his level.
Finally, the door opened.
Inside the elevator was a young girl with straight, shoulder-length hair, wearing a plug-suit.
"This is an esca… elevator."
"Escalator, elevator… elevator, escalator… I get them mixed up sometimes." She wagged a finger at Gendo. "You better not make fun of me!"
The elevator doors closed. The elevator ascended.
Gendo continued to wait.