And there's a weird blue flash in the air - strange symbols briefly glowing - and then a woman appears, landing smoothly on her feet. She's wearing a dark blue sweatshirt or something under a pale green vest - looks almost military, or else someone who really likes tons of secure pockets - and loose black pants, also featuring a ridiculous number of pockets. Her eyes immediately dart around under her bangs, and her pink hair's fairly short and messy, controlled only by an alice band or something with a metal plate in the middle.

She finishes scanning the room pretty quickly, gaze then snapping to the two she's interrupted. Her posture's wary, closed in.

"Hello?" says the one with the fork. A mushroom slides off it onto the kneeling man's thigh.

"...Ah. Hello."

"...I apologize sincerely for intruding. I appear to have been transported to an unintended destination."

"Where... were you trying to go?" asks the fellow with the fork. The other grabs a napkin and tries to get sauce off his pants.

"Konohagakure no Sato."

"Is that in Japan?" asks the kneeling one.

"...I'm not sure what's 'Japan.'"

"...where's Kono-all-that, then?"

"...In the Land of Fire, part of the Elemental Nations. Where is this?"

"The United States," says the one in the chair. "Uh, my name is Brian and this is my sub Jackson."

"I'm Haruno Sakura. I don't recognize 'the United States.'"

"Sakura's definitely a Japanese name, it's those cherry tree flowers," says Jackson.

"More than one language can have the same name in it, I guess," says Brian. "Uh, Jackson, go look up a map."

Jackson hops up and scurries to the next room.

"My name does mean 'cherry flowers'..." she says. "Is it unusual, that I wouldn't know what the United States or Japan are?"

"Uh, they're countries," says Brian. "And you have a Japanese name and speak English. Also your hair is pink so probably you aren't from a monastery or something... yeah."

Jackson returns with a laptop displaying a Mercator projection of the Earth.

She examines the map, brow furrowed.

"...I think I might be very far from home. I don't recognize any of this."

"How can you be a space alien if you speak English and have a Japanese name?" asks Jackson.

"I honestly have no real idea. I know dimensional travel exists, though. Some people can make portals between worlds with different sorts of base rules... But I haven't heard of two worlds being so similar they have the same languages but different nations before."

"I've never heard of a mage who can make portals," Jackson says, "and I went to magic school."

"'Base rules' varying means magic, usually, at least for worlds we can survive being in. My world has a sort of omnipresent energy we call chakra, which everyone can manipulate, but most worlds lack it entirely." She frowns. "I'm not trained in sensing natural chakra, but - your world probably doesn't have it, either."

"...don't think so, yeah," says Brian. "I might have heard the word but I could be mixing it up with something else, like tai chi maybe."

"Yeah."

"The problem is I can't make portals, do not know what I did, and do not know how to get back at the moment."

"You could maybe get a teleporter to figure it out," says Jackson.

She nods. "Teleporting and portal making are often related in my world, too. I'm sorry to keep imposing, but - could you tell me how to find a teleporter?"

"I can ask people I know from school if any of them know anybody?" Jackson says.

"Yeah, you do that," says Brian, and he pulls Jackson in by the braid for a kiss before releasing him to complete this task.

"Thank you," she says, still sincere.

"I have some questions about this world, sort of just in general, but I would like to repay you for your kindness, as well."