Behind ceramic, one eyebrow winged up. "At home, dollface. They just needed a tracker; you're the back up. I realize he locked you in a cell, but I'm hoping you'll do better against ninja with opposable thumbs."

Asuma looked good, though, if he'd been going about the same speed the whole time. Not too sweaty--he didn't cover the scent-trail--and he wasn't breathing hard.

Tsume launched herself forward and around him, body crouched low and hugging the tree trunks. There were traces of skin-scent there; one of the enemy ninja wasn't entirely confident about bough-leaping and kept putting a hand out for balance. Tsume glanced back to make sure Asuma was following, then faced forward again and kept on the trail.

"You have a plan for stealing our weapon back? Or do I get to sit back and laugh while you wing it?" She really hoped he had a plan. She wasn't supposed to be fighting, but so many rookies forgot the planning part...