If it's one thing Eva is really, really good at when there was little else to do was keeping her hands busy, Or, in this case, working on recreating some decks of cards for a game from home so she didn't think too hard about yesterday's abrupt way the mission had ended.

The decks are little more than scraps of paper right now with numbers (1-150) and various pokemon-types; she hasn't started writing out the names, yet.

Eva barely glances up before she starts talking.

"Ah- Kuro-" Pause. Another look up, this time with a frown and narrowed eyes, hand already on the pokeball on her belt. "Who are you and don't say Kuroba-kun."