Huh? [she repeats again. Like... the chicken on the farm Shinji had named Scramble...?]

Oh, no, or like... maybe? [Okay, like the Tokyo Scramble. She hums thoughtfully, trying to imagine it.] I wonder if there's anyone else like us. [She flaps her hand tiredly to indicate the two of them -- wildcards.] If it's like a crossroads like that, maybe there are others who could show up, too...?

[It makes her head hurt to think about, honestly.]