To be quite honest, nothing really was making much sense to Fuuka anymore. At this point it seemed almost as if anything could happen, and each thing would most likely be more absurd than the last.

So after the whole incident with the Plane, the onsen, and then the Tarot card that she had ended up placing in her schoolbag for safekeeping, she was sitting on a bench in the Gekkoukan High courtyard, eating a storebought bento she had gotten that morning -- she decided she wouldn't push her luck with all of her focus being spread out across these strange events.

So she was rather surprised at how calm she was when she realized the figure soaring about above was going too fast and was too small to be an airplane or even a helicopter. Especially once it dropped something that looked like...a plate of noodles? In fact the only betrayal of her shock seemed to be her dumbfounded blinking and the chopsticks frozen above her lunchbox, the rice slipping slowly out of it.