Shisui nodded. Ninety feet, give or take, was a remarkable improvement from sixty four. He was quite impressed; she'd been working really hard in his absence.

And as he watched her expression change at the news of a mission, Shisui couldn't help but grin himself. He resisted the urge to chuckle, though. "A runaway," he informed her. "Merely returning an individual to their family." Shisui began to turn with the intention of walking in the direction of a more quieter area so that they could sit and have their lunch while discussing the details of their mission. Of course, Shisui wasn't given her any indication that said individual was not human. In fact, he planned to draw it out for as long as possible, have her believe it was a strange-looking human individual they were after.

Why?

Because Shisui was just curious to find her reaction to the discovery that their target was a spoiled old cat.

But Ami was right. Her first mission would be a gateway to the ones that came after it. And then, just as he was about to take a step towards a bench he'd spotted in the near distance, she mentioned that they just might have to shower. Shisui's expression changed for one that was flustered, and, on instinct, found himself sniffing himself-- Only to stop when he realized what he was doing. "...Is it that bad, really?"