Jiraiya manged to get his head out the door without banging it on anything else and squinted across the sun-bright expanse of sand. He wanted his spyglass back, damnit! After a moment, he made out a lone man jogging in a uniform he didn't recognize, although it reminded him of pre-war Mist.
"Not a clue."
Guy didn't look like he was hostile. He even paused for a minute when he caught sight of them.