"...Temari...?" Now that the other woman wasn't hell-bent on attacking her, Gaara was able to reign in the sand so that she could really look at Temari. Mint green eyes widened. "...you really are the image of my brother - aside from the curves." Apparently, Sabaku women just had killer curves; it helped that this particular Gaara had been raised by a father who loved his children.

But that aside, this was troubling. "...where am I?"