Obedient disobedience. That was one more thing the Hatake boy had in common with Ginta, Chihiro thought. At least he was sitting down now, if not where she'd instructed him to. She arched one perfectly-shaped eyebrow and quirked her lips in a politely frosty smile. "Sakamoto Chihiro," she introduced herself. "Ginta's grandmother. Forgive me for not introducing myself immediately, Kakashi-san." Her bow was made of self-possession and pride. Of dignity and assurance, and a solid sense of exactly where Chihiro stood in relation to Kakashi--his superior in age, in social class, in experience, and authority.

She waited for him to nod back, stiff-necked and awkwardly from his crouch on the floor, then floated gracefully to sit in the vacant wheelchair.

"I am surprised to see you leaving the hospital so soon. When last I looked in on you at Ginta's request, the day before yesterday, you were unconscious with an anxious... friend... waiting for you to wake. Ginta was worried about you."