Ah yes, her closest relative in both blood and familiarity. ...And age, ironically. Her mother had married and given birth quite young, and Ayane's older sister had seen fit to follow suite; by timing entirely awkward, Ayane and Takuya's conception had occurred barely a month apart. (Despite being aunt and nephew, they grew up more like twins than anything else, inseparable until puberty.)

Anyhow, she can smell his skulk from a mile away and offers a noncommittal hum of acknowledgement when he settles down next to her. Shoots him a wary stare but pushes the rest of her bowl toward him all the same, reaching for the second one. (She thinks of it not unlike feeding a persistent puppy, though in truth it takes an incredible amount of affection generosity for her to part with her food when she genuinely needs it in her system.)

"Look, I might be missing an arm but I've still got both my tits. And a nice pair of legs," she says, gesturing sardonically with her eating utensils. "How much effort does it really take to pick up a clan bottom-feeder."

Disinterested as she is in contributing to further the inbreeding of their esteemed bloodline, she's relatively sure the Uchiha could care less about her mating choices, so long as she pops out another set of Sharingan somewhere down the road...