"I brought some onigiri," she calls, heading over to where she'd stashed her bag and machete in a relatively undamaged corner. "Ah--there are only more rocks to sit on, but do you mind eating outside?"

The scenery out there isn't much prettier, and is definitely less interesting, than inside the wreckage, but now that she's not absorbed in work, even Kyoko can't escape the oppressive aura about this place. Surely fresh air and sunshine are the cure?