Ami gave him a flat stare, then took two pointed steps to the side in order to reveal the small shelf she had originally been studying.

She wasn't exactly the sweetest child, despite what her image might imply to the contrary, and while she could be sweet, strangers rarely got that special privilege. Sure, she didn't have any idea how good or terrible the snacks in this village were, but a part of her was just happy to be just a little more capable than some older, foreign ninja. She was a serial perfectionist, most of the time.

"Please go ahead." Perhaps she could use him as a guinea pig, of sorts.