Taking one moment to glance over at the conversation Connie is indicating, Futaba... stares for half a moment before glancing away again, at her shoelaces. It's enough that most everyone here is a stranger without compounding that everything was looking like a really high-end convention. Or... like a bunch of animes just burst into reality. Both of which would be... kind of neat under normal circumstances? But this isn't normal.

"I... I-I'm pretty sure I've seen weirder? I can't... think of anything right now, but..." she trails off because yeah, ultimately? No, she doesn't sound sure at all. It's kind of hard to when you're sort of fighting to keep your thoughts coherent as is.