Genma blew out a low breath, steadying himself. He shrugged under the covers further--it might have been a cover for his flinch, but his claim that he was cold was no lie. The blood would help with that--the nurses reminded him every time they brought him another blanket or another dose of medication--and you couldn't run it in too quickly, especially with the remnants of the poison still circulating. The antidote was working and it would all be fine, just not right now.

Being cold always made his hands hurt. Flinching over accidental touch though--that was a weakness he was ready to be past. He'd done it to Hayate, on the mission. Done it here, and felt Hiro's eyes on his hands, seen something quickly hidden on the Hyuuga agent's face. As soon as he was better, he told himself, soon as he was cleared to resume training, he was talking to Raidou about it. Dealing with it.

"Solo--at least you don't have a teammate to worry about, then," Genma said. Focus on the task at hand. Focus on the debriefing. "It's just an investigation, right? No action for you? We killed the entire ambush team, as far as I know. I don't think anyone in Juunan will know it was Konoha ANBU who left those corpses, but they'll be damn sure it was ninja. Shuriken and kunai and jutsu marks all over the fucking place. We didn't have time to clean up after ourselves." He shook his head. "I don't know if anyone caught a glimpse of us, but as far as I know there was no pursuit. But you might want to walk in a henge, or at least civies."