"Uh?" Genma took a step back and looked down at the woman he'd collided with. Tsume, but she was obviously much the worse for wear. Her face, what he could see of it, was pale and bruised, her right temple, forehead and one ear were covered in bandages, the hair sticking out above the gauze was raggedly chopped. And her chakra was wrong. Weak and pale, a presence nothing like her usual self. Genma looked around and realized there was no sign of Kuromaru, which given what he knew of the mission they'd nearly not survived, wasn't surprising.

"You sure you should be out of there already? I heard you had a rough one. If bumping into me when I'm not even going particularly fast is enough to make you think you might end up back there..."

Tsume was making a face of pure disgust.

"Are you okay? You're not gonna start puking again, are you?"