She has her usual kunai and senbon hidden within the folds of her own clothes, but all of them should be flush against her body in such a way that he wouldn't accidentally stab himself. Not with casual contact, anyway. "He's messing with his clothes still," she says, respecting Itachi's wishes not to tell the other exactly what the other was up to, and leaning in to give him another short, warm kiss. "Are you ready? Where's your mask?" She points to the top of her own head, where a blue-and-gold dragon half-mask is perched comfortably in her hair.