Kakashi’s eye widened a bit at her hinted suggestion not sure if he should take it as such or not yet. It could just be a misunderstanding through different cultures. They had only just met. “Hatake Kakashi.” He nodded his head a little in greeting to both, never one to really bow formally unless to a Kage or daimyo.
He raised his visible brow and turned to where he could just see Hannibal. “Three, she has your key.” He couldn’t help but antagonize the guy further. Smirking behind his mask, it amused him almost as much as annoying the gaki. “The map will show you were your rooms are. It should have them labeled with your name. I can lead you there if you wish.” He finally walked back over to the desk and brought out another map for the angry man. He wasn’t sure if he liked how tall the guy was, feeling like he was standing next to Jiraiya. The Sannin had always stood over him. “As far as rules go, no killing each other.” He made up the rule on the spot when he saw the guy becoming a bit uneasy. The women did smell intensely of blood. But not that kind of blood smell a killer had. There was a difference though very subtle. “The same goes to anyone in the mansion unless it is big, ugly, and tries to stab your neck with its tongue.” He quickly added remember the monsters Dr. Grimm had been informing him on.
“Welcome to the mansion. I hope you can relax some while here. There are a few of us around that can help with directions, but do not expect much of an explanation as to why you are here. None of us have figured that out yet. Reigurosu-san and Ashu-san may have a better understanding then I about some of the details, but even they have not figured this place out or its meaning.” He nodded towards where he had been heading for food before the interruption. “There is food in the kitchen, if you trust it. Security of your room is up to yourselves. Your things should already be there. I hope you have a nice night. And I will be right back.” With that he started walking towards the kitchen again feeling his stomach growling in annoyance. He’d just grab something small, quick, and none poisoned then follow them up to make sure they were alright.
Walking at a faster, yet still lazy stroll, he slipped into the kitchen with ease and headed to the fridge. There was a bowel of rice already set and made like it was waiting for him. Taking it out he sniffed it a moment and tasted it for an hints of poison. Finding nothing wrong, he scrounged around for any chopsticks and quickly made his way back to the other two to make sure they were following his new rule.