"You, I think. I hope." Natsumi tore her gaze away from the light coral hoodie--they made pink ANBU sweatshirts now?--and returned his smile. She didn't have to look very far up; he was no taller than Kaito, although even the baggy hoodie couldn't disguise the solid adult muscle beneath. The face was certainly more adult: hardened, angular, with a shadow of reddish stubble and oddly light eyes. He still looked half-asleep, and the bed was rumpled behind him.

At least there was no one else in it. Ibiki would probably be disappointed.

"I could come back later," she said, trying not to look at the bed anyway. "Although I suppose it would be a bit cheap to wake you up and then run. I was told..."

A medic for when you don't want to go all the way downstairs, Kaito had said. An Eros-Ops guy who'll know why you want it off record, Ibiki had said. And, granted, Kaito had probably been implying serious injury, and Ibiki had certainly been implying sexual assault, but discretion covered the little things as well as the big ones, didn't it?

"I was told you're a medic, and you don't require much paperwork," she said at last. That had to be straightforward enough. And he'd given her the standard once-over when he opened the door; he couldn't have missed her bruises. Although he might still be getting the wrong idea... "I decided I'd come and see if it was really true, before I collapsed bleeding on your door at two in the morning and found out it wasn't."

And if that didn't tell him she was a rookie, nothing would. She added anyway, "I'm Shiota Natsumi. I joined just this week. So if I was misinformed, then Kaito-kun and Ibiki-kun probably were too, and you should go find out who's spreading vile rumors about you."