Kaworu watches the ball sail out of the park with the same sort of interest most people would reserve for, say, seeing a car of unusual colour zip past.

But if he even notices any part of the response to what he's done... well, it has very, very little impact on his handling of it. He only glances at Shinji for a moment, blinks, and then looks back at the umpire.

Smiling.

"...you might need a new ball."