Nanako had noticed him almost as soon as he had stepped into her range. It wasn't normally difficult to identify a shinobi who was banking their chakra signature, but he twisted and folded his own in as easily as creasing an origami crane. If it weren't for the necessity of noting even the most minor fluctuations in chakra on the interrogation table, Nanako might have taken much longer to notice him.

As it was, she had the chance to finish her current chapter by the time he was in speaking distance. She gently closed the book, place mentally marked, and tilted her head to one side. "May I help you, sir?" Her eyes appeared to be still and unruffled in the slightest, even as she drank in any and every detail she could gleam from his appearance.