Her fingers curl lightly against the table at the pet as more of the earlier tension bleeds from her form. His fingers brush skin left bare from her three-quarter sleeves of her tunic, another high-collared Chinese-style shirt clasped over the chest. "Did he?" Her respect for this Obito goes up another notch, and she gives him another glance, softened by a smile. "I guess I have to say I'm grateful for that, huh?"

Her fingertips touch her lips as she thinks, then shrugs. "I guess I'd just like to know about you and Itachi. Anything you'd like to talk about." Her lips quirk up. "I didn't mean to interrupt earlier, really."