A quietly dismissive snort met that. "I'm an ANBU medic, Genma. There are no missions that..." A half-beat of time, then the truth. "Missions have to go bad for me to be involved at all."

He shook his head slightly, and leaned back, propped with unusual casualness on his good arm as he looked over to where Hoshi had done an excellent job of not only pretending to have more pressing concerns than the tale of Haruichi's first mission, but of finding something for them to eat. He watched her turned profile, and the line of her tanned throat for a moment without being able to help himself, then shook his head and looked back to Genma with something closer to guilt slipping behind his eyes than he'd ever have known.

"And anyway, the arm guards are apparently not well suited to practical use of the jyuuken." They didn't guard the areas of limbs that became exposed using that fighting style, that was for certain. "I'll have to work something out. Adjust my technique or some such."

He wasn't even going to dignify the swimming comment.