Immediately Kankuro went into defensive mode, his hands groping for his hood uselessly while Temari held him fast at the throat.

"Temari!" he scolded, making a spitting noise not dissimilar to an angry cat as he flailed, his touch barely brushing the fabric before a thread of chakra shot out of his fingers, wrapped around the material and pulled it out of her grip. Once he had it in his fist he stopped struggling as much, and held out the missive paper for Gaara to take.

"A sensor and a shinobi with strong taijutsu skills..." he grumbled, admitting to his defeat.