He can't really fault her for being on guarded. Like most of the younger shinobi she grew up with stories of Kiri's Monster. But she instead of quaking at his presence she welcomed it. The monster had no reason to consider her a threat. Not when she was useful to the village and for all intents and purposes loyal too.

"No," she murmurs with a shake of the head. No she didn't. After all she hated her own assignment, and hated the inevitable return trip. Not that she'd be tasked with more than watching this time, but there were many uses to shadow after all no matter how exhausting some of them could be.

"It was what you'd expect." It's as much a deflection as his own response. No point in sharing that it was utterly boring despite the trove of intel she'd gathered. She says very little else on the subject. The shinobi of their village would be availed of her report if and when it became necessary they know it. Actually she falls entirely quiet save for her the sounds of their feet meeting the dirt road.

It isn't often she comes across Kisame for more than the briefest of passings, and while there are others she can judge easily their openness to any further conversation she leaves it to him to lead. The demanding and controlling persona she dons for village life still feeling more than a little unwarranted when the sun can been seen clearly without reflecting off the mists.