Tsume gave a laughing snort at the very thought of any Inuzuka sitting at a desk--though wasn't there that halfbreed that had bonded with a poodle mix?--and followed Genma reluctantly downward.

Sounds echoed off of bare walls in the stairwell, and when she took a breath her chakra didn't fill half of the space. She rolled her shoulders instead and tried to distract herself. "You work with poisons a lot?" Enough to leave a lingering scent around his room, once she knew to look for it. It made her skin crawl.