Who did she think she was fooling? Kisame wasn't quite sure what that movement had been before it became covering her mouth, but this girl was terrified, not sick.

"If you're sick, kid, it's from fear. What makes you so afraid of me, eh?" He didn't let go, because why waste the energy on a chase when she ran, but he loosened his grip a little.

"I'm not here as an enemy, but here you are, acting like I'm the Demon himself." He was quite curious now, and would pursue it until she cracked, or put up too much of a scene. He wasn't even giving out any killing intent, and here she was quivering like a little leaf. There was something, actually, tugging at him. A memory, perhaps.