Neku had wandered towards the festival as well, drawn by the music rather than the need to be convinced. He still couldn't believe that everyone could see him, that he could interact with people - from what he could tell he was alive again.

... Holy crap was that shoyu ramen? He headed over and grabbed a bowl, not really watching where he was going. He was still used to people just ignoring whatever space he was in, so he bumped into the young woman with a small yelp.

"Hey, w - ... uh. Sorry."