Neji supposed it was an accurate metaphor, knowing well the darker waters of his own clan despite the frigid calm over the compound itself. He took in the Mist-nin's reactions with a fair bit of amusement, but that amusement was bellied by the reminder that bloodlines were far from well-respected in Kirigakure. Not an atmosphere he'd like to experience if he could help it- such hostility made the frosty looks of his clan seem tame.

"Kirigakure certainly still has a reputation, but it doesn't mean too much to the civilians. They trust the village's shinobi to keep track of threats and neutralize them before anything unfortunate occurs."

Neji hardly bothered to cover his amusement, words reflecting the current situation all too well. There was a reason he'd chosen to 'escort' Kisame around the village, after all.

"That tea house is rather good," he said more seriously. "We'll be sure to visit before you have to leave."

For now, the restaurant was coming into proper view and the scents drifting through the air awoke an appetite he hadn't been aware of. Perhaps he'd order a meal for himself as well.