"That's a jet, you rube. An airplane."

"Oh. I thought those were smaller."

"They come in a lot of sizes. That looks like a passenger jet. I guess it could be a cargo jet, I've never seen one of those."

"That's trouble, you layabouts."

"Whoa, that thing's losing to the ambient fairies."

She points. The jet doesn't look damaged or anything, but it does seem to be failing to dodge the haphazard magic attacks of the atmospheric fairies flying around it.

"Oh, huh. I guess that's a problem."

"Don't they use those things in wars?"

"Not that kind, there's smaller planes with weapons. That kind's just for flying passengers around."

"Huh, okay."

She stands up, which doesn't get her particularly further off the ground than she was while lying down. She hops on her broomstick and hovers, which is significantly more effective.

"I'll go say hi, I guess. Do you think there's a lot of passengers?" Isn't it irresponsible to let a vehicle full of passengers in here? is the subtext.

"This is my jurisdiction, you know."

"Don't see you flying up there."

Marisa smiles and zooms off.

"Yeah, yeah," says Reimu, mostly to herself. "I'm going."

"I'm not."

Yes, you are, says one of her bosses into her mind. Buy that jet. Consider your budget to be unlimited.

"Then again, sitting here by myself would be pretty boring."

The atmospheric fairies swoop around chaotically, firing attacks in all directions, as they do. It doesn't take much for Marisa to scatter them.

This "jet" is pretty weird, actually. It does have windows, though!

And it does look like it has a lot of passengers inside. What the hell was that stupid hag thinking, anyway.

She waves cheerfully, which doesn't seem to raise the passengers' spirits. Not that she can really see inside that well.

Huh, this thing has "Southwest Airlines" painted on it. They seem pretty lost! This is definitely the East, even if it's not really east of anything!

Then again, it's probably just the airplane's name. Maybe it was built southwest of something.

It's probably piloted from the front, so the pilots can see where they're going. Marisa flies around to the front and waves into that window. (She's considerate, and doesn't go right in the center. Not much up here, and they demonstrably can't even shoot down atmospheric fairies, but blocking someone's view isn't friendly.)

"I'm going to want some more of that oxygen, actually," says one of the pilots.

"No, I think I see it too," says the other.

"You say it first."

The captain sighs. "There's a witch on a broom waving at us."

"Well, now I'm mentally primed to see that, since you mentioned it. But yeah, witch on a broom."

"HELLO!" shouts Marisa. (In English, because the writing on the plane was in English.)

Then she does some complicated magical manipulations, with a bit of a minor light show, and says it again.

(This is a considered strategy; it makes it obvious to the occupants, who are looking at her, that she's throwing her voice with magic. It's a nice flourish that it doesn't look all that considered.)

"Hello," says the captain, waving back, professionalism switched back on, but still at a bit of a loss.

"It looks like you're lost and could use some help," says Marisa, her voice present at a normal volume in the cockpit. "I don't actually know much about airplanes, sorry! What's the most urgent thing I can do for you right now?"

"We need a safe air corridor." He isn't sure how to describe the fairy attack. "A large area of sky we can move through, without any obstructions or other aircraft."

"Not as urgently, but urgently, we need a safe place to land this aircraft. Do you know where the nearest airport is?"

"There's no such area of sky, but I'll keep escorting you for as long as you need. Some friends of mine should be up here shortly, too."

Marisa hasn't really picked up the word "airport" from reading, but she gets the idea from context clues. "There's no airports nearby. You won't be able to reach one from here, either."

This is a worrying response.

"Do you mean there's no area of sky without, uh." Uh.