They were not shinobi. He didn't outrank- okay, no, he DID fucking out rank them, dammit, but they didn't KNOW that. They weren't civilians, either.
It was somewhat unfair, Kisame thought, sullenly, that he had to sit down and explain SIMPLE things when they got the BIG ones so easily.
They were not shinobi.
They were hurt, walking was hard on them, they needed their energy for whatever they were gonna do to the God-In-The-Wall... Kisame could carry them. Easily. Maybe not as fast as he'd taken just Grayson, but, still. Easily.
What about that was complicated? Hell, free ride!
Kisame settled himself against the trunk of the tree, legs along the branch. He could sense Duo, smell Grayson. Was plenty. Nothing else was coming. Nothing big enough to care about. He's just sit up here, let them pass under, and then trail them. Yes.
They were not shinobi.
Going back to the bar didn't even cross his mind.
They were not shinobi, but they were team mates. Rule number one, try to get the whole team home alive.