There were young shinobi in the world, Sasuke was aware of that, and ones with summons as dramatic as this as well. Especially in this region, that wasn't out of the realm of possibility. But there was something about the way that this stranger was talking about a naughty child that made goosebumps raise along the backs of Sasuke's arms: something proprietary about it that brought into question whether there was an actual child being spoken of here.

The degree of misfortune made him want to stiffen and narrow his eyes, but it also made him very much not want to give any kind of reaction away beyond that of a slightly out-of-the-ordinary tourist. There was something to be said for replaying Obito's words, here, about impressions: Sasuke deliberately kept his stance casual, for all that he knew he'd already given away his profession.

"I'm here on vacation," he said instead, and resisted the urge to ask exactly what had been done to the kraken's previous contractee. "It was recommended to me. And you ... ?"