[The fan is what catches his attention, too--he recognizes the distinctive Uchiha crest, though he honestly doesn't quite spot the ears at first. With how spiky quite a lot of hairstyles from his world are, his eyes just slide over them and chalk it up to yet another example of messy, gravity-defying hair. There's no reason for him to bother a perfect stranger, not really, save for one thing--it's a party, for heaven's sake. Parties are all about pestering people in the name of being sociable, right?]
[That in mind, Kisame wanders over to seek out some shade himself, bowl of fruit salad in one hand.]