"Maybe it's based on our age...?" Shinji hazarded a guess. It made about as much sense as anything else he could think of. He had now way of knowing what else they would classify them on. He shrugged and turned to dunk and wring out his sponge again. For a just a moment he stopped to let his arms rest and then went right back to scrubbing.

Honestly, at times there was something slightly therapeutic about cleaning. Watching little specks of dirt and dust give way and be swept up - for some reason it pleased him. He wasn't sure way. He glanced at Minato with a little nod, "I'm Shinji Ikari...."

Someone else from Japan. Well, they seemed to be from all sorts of different places around here.