Naoto watches closely as he moves, taking in the skill there. She's now certain he must be a shinobi, but she doesn't see a sign of a village from where she's standing. So she approaches to a polite distance as he addresses her, maybe a little self-consciously adjusting her hitai-ate, and making sure the knots and folds that keep it covering her hair are neat.

"Whether or not you have trespassed depends on your purpose in coming here." Her phrasing is boyish, though the pitch marks her as a girl, and because this man is so much older, she doesn't try to sound rough and tough, but instead speaks politely.

"We in Whirlpools have worked hard to rebuild what was lost."