In response to accusations or just outright ignorance many would react in a volatile way. Explosive anger, spiteful or petty remarks- these were ways wrongful treatment had been responded to since the beginning of time. It was a human reaction. A human reaction of someone who lacked finesse and grace, or humility.
Kiseki was not such a person. Having been raised by a respectable, retired kunoichi, and a woman who valued honor, the rising shinobi handled every circumstance with something many people even beyond her years could never get a grip on- patience. It was for this reason that when Yumaro called her slow, her response was unexpected for her age. She smiled, checking the time herself on her watch. There was still a few minutes til the Mizukage had actually told her to be at the docks. “Oh, I sincerely apologize. I will be here early next time!” Her tone was sincere and enthusiastic, and she didn’t confirm or deny what her new teammate had said. She didn’t feel it necessary. There was no desire to be right in her entire body. As she spoke she’d followed him onto the boat and lingered near the railing so she could watch the water as they sailed.
Whatever peace Yumaro had intended to seek to meditate was going to be a rough thing, unless he managed to tune everything out. Kiseki could tell just from how jovial the captain was that he ran anything but a quiet ship. Excitedly she introduced herself to the captain in return and tentatively listened to him- but he received no further responses. The little lady became completely captivated by the singing, lingering amongst the crew. She clapped her hands and happily bobbed about in place to the songs they sang all the way to the prison island. Such a show before a mission uplifted her spirits and soothed the jitters that she’d been feeling completely.
She left Yumaro to his own devices during their short journey just in case he did manage to find a quiet place to himself, but she was also eager to get to know him. Perhaps he would grow to be the best friend she was holding out hope for, but he didn’t seem the type. He seemed... standoffish isn’t the right word she’d choose to describe him. He seemed very complex, and like he preferred being alone. Those types were generally ones she pitied more than she fancied their company. After getting off the shop, she waited quietly for him on the dock of the island. Her hands were folded neatly behind her back and she looked around with a refreshed gleam in her eye.
There was only one thing that still hugged her and it was the nuances of carrying out an official mission like this. She hadn’t gotten a real briefing on it, only a minor explanation, and not only did she not enjoy that- her mothers hadn’t approved either, especially after their daughter told them she wanted to go. It was a fight they’d had though, because they tried to keep her from accepting, and Kiseki was tired of trash duty and chasing lost pets. Reluctantly they let up on their disagreement and decided that if she was going to learn about how cruel the world could be, it would have to be hands on. Much to their dismay, it was unfortunately true. They could tell her and tell her until they were blue in the face, but she believed she would be fine and had to learn the hard way that believing wasn’t going to keep her safe. Kiseki had trained hard, they’d seen it with their own eyes, but she lacked experience.
When Yumaro came off the boat Kiseki joined his side and hit the inside of her cheek for a moment, a hesitation tic of hers, before speaking up. “I’m afraid I’m not familiar with the details of the mission. Do you happen to know what it is we’re looking for here?”