Hotaru glanced up at the ceiling and glared at it. Of course he couldn't see a ghost when there wasn't one, but she would've appreciated the universe helping her out once or twice sometimes and support the ridiculous lies that came out of her mouth on occasion.
"My eyes are okay, I promise! The ghost probably left because he didn't see anything he liked. Or something. I have no idea, really," she babbled on cheerfully. "I had my eyes checked before I moved here, so unless airplanes can damage one's eyes I think I'm safe." Her eyes went to his cup of ramen and widened. "Ooo, wow, you're gutsy. Mystery flavor...I wonder what it tastes like, for them to say that. Did they mess up a bunch of ramen and decide to make money off it by packaging it for the brave?"