In the interest of expediency, Neji brings his fingers up again, letting the familiar flow of Chakra enter his eyes. "Twenty meters due south," he answers instead of returning to the conversation about colors. "In other words, this way." Without deactivating his eyes, he brushes through the crowd, using his hand on Itachi's to gently tug them both after him and cut through a short alleyway to emerge on another street, with a stall full of masks before them.