It had been a long time since Sasuke had had the dubious luxury of downtime during a mission, but there it was: their hands were tied until their undercover agent returned with further information. He and the remaining the specialist on the team had ended up splitting up for the week, each taking a different section of town to scope out in case they ended up needing to do any infiltration and quick escapes.

He wasn't undercover, not technically, but Sasuke saw no particular reason to invite comment either -- he'd left his Konoha forehead protector tucked into an inner pocket of his vest, striding through a village that seemed well-accustomed to shinobi uniforms.

If he stopped now and again to look at interesting weapons stalls and tea stands, well -- it counted as scoping out the area, probably.