Kisame screwed the lid back on the jar, tucked it away. The green kitten was curled in the crook of his arm, he moved it to his head.
"Yeah, I can get us there fast," that had been the point carrying them earlier, after all. He re shouldered the bag, ignored Grayson's death glare to meet Duo's eyes. "Say how you want to be carried, and I'll tell you if I can go my fastest like that."