Bowing. Wow. What a Hyuuga. Ginta grinned and bowed back, just as stiff-necked and formal as if he'd been in full kimono, attending one of Grandfather's council meetings. "The pleasure's all mine, I'm sure, Hyuuga-san." He couldn't quite keep the laugh out of his voice. "You have a name, or do you really like that whole senpai-kohai thing? Also I'm positive I've met you before. You sure you don't know me?"

Where was this kid from? A short Hyuuga wasn't all that uncommon, though a short Hyuuga good enough to get into ANBU was. Actually, how many Hyuuga were there in ANBU anyway? Counting Haruichi and this one, that made... two. Ginta raised his eyebrows. "I know you have a cousin who works here. Total bastard of a medic. But unless I'm remembering my history wrong, your stuffy uncle or whatever he is has a rule about none of you Byakugan-types in ANBU. And I know I've met you before."

He pushed the door open to the stairs and looked at the Hyuuga expectantly. "Come on, let's go get spicy noodles or something. I'm starved!"