Fugaku looked up at the girl--red-hair, Konoha-nin. Uzumaki, maybe? She looked vaguely familiar, but that meant next to nothing as many people as he knew. He couldn't keep up with who was who with all the younger ninja.

She had good manners, at least. She wasn't timid either, as she'd approached a strange man and asked if he needed her to walk him home. Was he really that old now (how old was he anyway)? Then again, anyone over the age of forty was probably all the same old to a teenager.

Fugaku cleared his throat. "The rain." Fugaku looked her over again. Was she even a teenager? Fugaku was getting bad at aging children. "I wouldn't want to put you out. I can wait." The small kitten in his lap stretched and kneaded her claws into Fugaku's leg.