"I don't think there's a normal reaction. A lot of people just go really still and stare, and other people panic..."

Momiji scratches thoughtfully at his chin. He had been in the "go quiet and wander around" crowd, a variant of the first group, most likely.

"I met this one girl here, a few days ago, who'd just found the Bar, and she thought the whole thing was an illusion. Not many people do that, though."

Which, if he were a reasonable teenager, he'd find stranger than he did the girl in question.