They struck an odd pair, Fugaku trailing after this small girl. Did they think he was her father? Bodyguard? Grandfather? Fugaku hadn't been lead around by someone so small in years, and that had mostly been chasing down an errant toddler Sasuke.

He had to shorten his stride and slow his steps to stay beside her--just a half step behind so she was leading. He became more aware of the people around them, the entire marketplace's flow of traffic.

"You're lucky to have such a well informed relative." Perhaps one who was also concerned for the welfare of his charge and trying to steer her towards safer establishments.