Kaito really, really loved these masks. He'd always sucked at schooling his expression (and now they wanted him to seduce. Right.), but with armor over his face he didn't need to, so much. Which also meant she couldn't see what was doubtless the epitome of disbelief. There was probably drool. He closed his jaw with a click.

"Uh," he said finally. Then he took a deep breath and tried to look cool. "I'm a weapons specialist." His voice broke on the not-quite-lie. He'd be a weapons specialist soon enough, damn it. "But--but I'm not your--uh--"

He really did have to break the cuticle-chewing habit. She might not be able to see his expression, but no one could have missed his hand lifting to his mask and dropping again. At least when he felt his skin go red, he knew she couldn't see that.

Why did she have to be so hot? She was tall for a girl--kunoichi often were--with strong shoulders and this amazing rack--

She was gonna kill him. That was what women did to dorks, especially pretty, popular woman--and he figured all pretty women were popular--and especially especially ANBU.

And if they didn't get moving and he didn't start thinking about something else, this was going to get worse, faster. Thinking about his limit activating ramped the anxiety right up. Panic and the need to distract himself before he really panicked steadied his voice out. "I'm not your senpai. But, uh, it can't be too bad, right? If they're sending a couple of rookies? So we should probably get moving. Ten hour run?"

Chakra coiled under his breastbone, waiting. It just had to be a pretty girl!