Ami was many things: standoffish, aggressive when provoked, a hard worker, inescapably diminutive for her age, but most prominently of all, she had a sense of curiosity that functioned more or less like the average landslide. That is, once it was triggered, the only thing she could was let it run its course. Coupled with her fervent ambition, and the fact that this time Shisui has actually entered the team, that meant that her normal taciturn ways were forcefully shoved aside.

Kabuto could inwardly boast about his deceiving appearance, but on that front he couldn't exactly beat a dollish girl no taller than the average door handle, trussed in frills and bows. Despite all evidence he might take in, her clothes were made of a very durable material, the folds and frills held a miniature armory of custom blades, and Ami herself had been her graduating class's undisputed Rookie of the Year.

She glanced over the group as they neared, glass green eyes inscrutable as she systematically tore what she could see apart for any details that might be useful. Sound was an unknown at the moment; small and largely a bit player, so to speak. However, Ami refused to ignore the danger that an unknown could pose.

"Good day," she greeted curtly, stepping forward and letting her long sleeves fall from where they had been crossed over her chest, revealing the forehead protector tied around her waist like a belt. "Welcome to Konoha. My sensei suspected you might arrive early, so I was instructed to wait for you here."