[Sakura's sharp, observant eyes catch the movement but she doesn't know what to make of it. Her free hand has moved closer to her side holster though, ready to grab a kunai. Not that it'll be very effective against bullets or heat sinks or w/e is being used here.
At least he's not staring at her with those unsettling eyes that remind her of the red of the sharingan.
She has enough temper in her to bristle a little at 'Pinky', eyes narrowing. Long ago, she remembers someone mentioning that it was rude to ask or a name without telling your own but something in the air tells her now is not the time to be snarky.]
It's Sakura.
And you? Or are you trying to lay low too?
[There's temptation to look over her shoulder too but she knows how to be discreet.]
no subject
At least he's not staring at her with those unsettling eyes that remind her of the red of the sharingan.
She has enough temper in her to bristle a little at 'Pinky', eyes narrowing. Long ago, she remembers someone mentioning that it was rude to ask or a name without telling your own but something in the air tells her now is not the time to be snarky.]
It's Sakura.
And you? Or are you trying to lay low too?
[There's temptation to look over her shoulder too but she knows how to be discreet.]