"Yessir." Natsumi's left hand brushed her bandaged shoulder reflexively; she grimaced behind the mask. She'd seen her father perform that casual salute just days ago, when he accompanied her to her swearing-in before the Hokage, and she'd ached with the anticipation of performing it herself--but she hadn't thought about how it would look when she touched a bandage instead of a tattoo. She dropped her hand quickly, and planted it on her hip instead. "I look forward to working with you, Morioka-senpai."

He was just tall enough that she had to tip her chin a little to meet the glint of eyes in the shadowed sockets of his mask. Broad shoulders, a lanky frame still filling out with muscle, a mess of dark brown hair fringing the blank white forehead of the mask and curling over his ears. Her fingers itched just looking at it.

"I'm a ranged weapons specialist," she said abruptly, refocusing her attention with only a touch more effort than it would normally take. This mission wasn't anything to be stressed about yet; it was just the residual tension of the rushed preparation that had her on edge. She took a deep breath and added, "I did take a moment to look at a map before I left. Yoshioka's a ten-hour journey from Konoha at my fastest pace. I'll do my best to keep up with you, senpai."

He wouldn't be able to see her wry grin; these masks took some getting used to. "I hope you weren't expecting the Yellow Flash."