He was a trained ninja taught to blend in with the shadows of nightfall. To use his surroundings to his advantage. Catching a glimpse of him was nearly impossible, he even waited to pass by alley ways while the headlights of cars shined dangerously close he was taking no chances. For a moment he stopped, the sharp wind caused his blue bandanna to flap annoyingly against his neck and shell.
A voice, it couldn't be directed at him. He was almost certain he was careful. But he froze. There it was again, and his eyes narrowed. There seemed to be no use in hiding, but he didn't immediately speak. There were two options here. Disappear down a manhole about two feet behind him, or take a chance and step forward into the light. He took the later when he heard her speaking again.
"Who are you? Did the Foot finally start branching out and get new lackies?" She was obviously good, if she could see him even in the shadows. So he couldn't help but be cautious. There were two katana strapped to his back and a belt around his waist. When he finally stepped into a flickering street light she could see he was defiantly not human.