Without looking up, Shino raised his arm, small hand outstretched and the beetle that had alighted on the girls shoulder took flight, looping it's way back to it's young inn keeper.

It's chakra and careful patterns spoke of safety, or at least a lack of threat; ally and known spelled out for his consideration.
Shino nodded (a habit that he still struggled to suppress, but the movement was a lesser one now than past days) and looked up to openly regard the figure at the tree line, offering the smallest of waves in greeting.