[ Part of her is quietly impressed—the rest of her wonders how long he's been here. They definitely don't seem to have arrived on the same train, then, if he's been above ground already (and done so much shopping, window or otherwise), but it's the first time she's forced to confront a thought she hasn't been willing to consider since she woke up in that seat:

How do I get back to Shibuya?

It's a question of when too, of course, but she pushes them both down, deep and secure until a safer time to consider them. ]

The park sounds best, I think, especially with how creepy the station was. It seems pretty large, too. [ A pause. ] Maybe we'll run into someone else out there?

[ It's as much genuine curiosity as it is dim hope. They surely can't be the only two here; there were too many empty spaces where snacks and beverages might go. But this city is as dreadfully quiet as the one she'd left behind, and while she feels nothing particularly off about Midnight, nothing about the city feels off in the way she's used to. ]