Tsume shoved up to her feet, catching her balance only after a heart stopping minute. She didn't kneel in front of him so much as drop to her knees, hissing when they hit the hard metal floor.

"Hold still. Blood-ticked behemoth... did you just eat the entire Forest of Death when you were a child? I've seen your father, and he's a tiny man. Couldn't you have taken after him? I'm not carrying you out of here." She sprawled out beside him, peering into his face. "C'mon, Asuma. Open your eyes," she said quietly. Briefly, he did. Pupils were still the same size. Good thing, because there wasn't much she could do if they weren't.

"Stay awake. Tell me about these flowers you're gonna get me."

Wincing, she pushed to her feet and stared up at the grate. "Hey!" No response. "HEY! Someone get over here before I--" she looked around, searching for an appropriate threat. There wasn't one. She went with an inappropriate threat. "Start throwing scat at the grate!"

A head popped into view. It wasn't one of the ninja. "That's disgusting."

"It'll be worse when you have to clean it up. My partner needs a medic."

The head vanished.

"Oi!" Tsume bellowed. "Don't make me follow through on that threat!"