Izumo, attracted by the shout, peered into the window. Ah. Well. Sasori. That explained it. He started to slither away, but too late. He'd been spotted. "It definitely wasn't me, Sasori-san," he informed the other, hastily, chakra prickling nervously.

That would probably make an international incident: Hokage's secretary flattened by Suna ninja.

At least Izumo would hopefully be dead and not trying to deal with the paperwork of that political clusterfuck.