[Manabu sets to slurping up noodles with a bit more gusto than he intended; he was really goddamn hungry - more than he realized, given how exhausted he is. it helps, even if everything settling in his stomach all at once feels a bit uneasy, because it's far better than nothing at all.

he hears what Jun says, but the idea of stopping to talk when there's food to be eaten doesn't hit him until that bowl is empty and he's thrown back every drop of broth.

the bowl is set back down with a sigh, and silence fills in for a bit before Manabu actually speaks up again.]

There was some...nightmare. Or, or pocket dimension of sorts. Me and some others...we got dragged in. Dragged in through the ground? Somehow. I don't remember where I was when it happened, so I can't say I know where to avoid...

[a beat.]

Anyone talking about it? On the omnis.