[Having been accosted by a few overeager villagers herself, Fukawa has lost patience with all of them, full stop. Can't they just go tend their sheep, or whatever? They've mistaken the new arrivals for something they're not: saviours, chosen ones, gifts from the gods. Spare her. She is no such thing. Everyone that got sucked through the wormhole pool is just another hapless idiot that took a bad spin on the wheel of fortune. None of them asked to be here. None of them volunteered to help with anything. No amount of free food or trinkets will sway her to a cause, especially one that hasn't been defined yet.

Normally she'd leave everyone to their own devices, but by now she's thoroughly peeved. Enough so that seeing another boy, somewhere around her age and too polite to say shoo, being confronted by another gaggle of locals, she actually speaks up.]

L-leave that guy alone. Can't you see he doesn't want to listen to your idiot small town gossip? [She squares them up in her venomous glare, lip curling in distaste.] Go feed your chickens and st-stop wasting our time!