Kabuto had sensed the other's approach, smoothing stepping around to make sure that whoever it was wouldn't get in Orochimaru-sama's way. A hand is dropped down to the pouch attached behind him, the one filled with herbs on the top, and weapons hidden underneath, just in case. Going utterly still as he sees the other's face, he forces a confident smirk to his face. "Speaking of your patients, Orochimaru-sama."