Subtle.

Kakashi flicked a slanting look at the Konoha woman which suggested, he hoped, that if she didn't stop speaking code with every breath, Iwa was going to figure it out and then he'd have to break her thumbs. She gave him a bland stare back.

Kakashi looked away first, lowering his head down to the medic's ear. "Count yourself lucky," he murmured.

To the man's credit, he barely shivered. Kakashi released him with a jerk and shoved himself to his feet, flexing his aching right hand. Newly bandaged -- probably newly sealed. He'd test it later. The medic stayed on his knees, hands pulled in tight to his chest, like a bad Genma-mimic.

"Excellent," said the Konoha woman -- Sugimoto, he remembered finally. "Shiranui-san, if you'll accompany me--"

Genma made a low-throated choking sound, like someone had grabbed him by the windpipe. Kakashi glanced sharply at him, ready for yet another medical emergency, and realized it was just a protest. So automatic and fierce that it'd become sound before Genma had been able to find words.

That was almost sweet, in an entirely pointless kind of way.

"Shiranui," Kakashi said, and was slightly gratified when Genma's eyes snapped straight to him. He pointed at Sugimoto. "There's your rescue. Get your ass out of here while you can still stand. I'll catch up later."

Not code, but clear enough. I expected this. It's fine.

Genma's eyes narrowed slowly, gold slits in his pale face, and his sharp-angled jaw set. It would have been threatening, maybe, if he hadn't been standing with his shoulders bowed, his hands shaking faintly, like they had been for days, and pain marked in every line of his body. He wasn't dying, but Sugimoto was right, he wasn't well.

It would hurt to stay behind -- probably in all sorts of ways -- but that didn't matter, Genma still had to go.

Kakashi jerked his chin towards the door. "Tell the Hokage I send my regards. And try not to die before you get home."