[As it happens, there's someone within earshot: a lost-looking woman who looks to be in her early twenties. She's clearly checking out her surroundings, wearing what looks like an ordinary pair of glasses, although she's soon shoving those into a case and stashing said case in her jacket, looking somewhere between confused, saddened, and displeased.
Sand and salt
She also looks oddly familiar.]
Dunno.
[Wait.]
...Toudou?
[Fuck.]