The medic watched the expressions cross Juugo's face, trying to gauge the boy's reactions. He clearly recognized the name of the Sound...now what had he told the Ame of Orochimaru? Surely nothing good, given the man's tendency to waste subjects. What Kabuto could have done, had he been in contact with Juugo at that time...bah. The past was gone, and now the boy had found something better, a master who had taken the time to train him rather than keep him in a cage. It would be interesting to see what others Nagato drew to him with that kindness. The Juugo before him was nothing like the scared boy in the files, even with the nervious touches to the talasman that must help him regulate his powers in some way.

Of course Kabuto would never voice his frustrations with his master, even with a perfect example of what they lost before him. That frustration would never make it to his face, never be allowed to even ripple the calming chakra pool Kabuto had worked so hard to create in himself.

"Don't like coffee? Then we have something in common. You won't regret the Chai."

Kabuto raised a hand and whistled across the crowd, summoning a server with a call that was at once light and polite. He was obviously a familiar face here, as the server gave him a smile which he returned just as warmly.

"Chai for the Chuunin, please. But don't spice it too heavily." He didn't say we don't want anyone getting upset, but the server seemed to have served enough ninja to know when to bow to any odd requests.

Kabuto turned back to Juugo.

"So you're from the Ame. Its been a long time since I've visited there."