Azkadellia casts an amused glance at the parasol. Probably a weapon. What sort of ninja carries an umbrella on missions if it isn't one? Senbon, maybe, but she isn't from Ame. It could be something else. She notices the eyes lingering on her tattoo. Her new guest is paying attention to potential threats, but not bothering to be subtle about it in the least. Cautious and cocky and irreverent. Not very diplomatic.

The insolence in Sasha's lack of greeting and in giving orders to Azkadellia's subordinates wouldn't be tolerated from anyone in her service. Seeing as Azkadellia is disinclined to give anyone reason to look too hard at her government, however, she simply twists her lips wryly and nods at her own shinobi. "Unless she is the negotiator of her group," which Azkadellia highly doubts. This girl doesn't seem the sort to watch her tongue. "I will need the rest of them."

"Your name?"