Ami watched the perpetrator scurry off, mumbling apologies, and turned her attention onto the man who had been shoved into her. She wasn't quite sure what to say to him; she wasn't exactly a social butterfly at the best of times. Her gaze caught on the fruit in his hand, and she finally managed to find something to talk about in order to fulfill the chore of social niceties.

"That isn't ripe just yet," she said, almost tacking on a 'shinobi-san' when she saw the array of old nicks and callouses on his fingers. She held it in when she realized that he wasn't wearing a forehead protector,and assumed that he was undercover for a mission. Belatedly, she finished off with an uncertain, "...Onii-san."