He shifted, carefully freeing his hands, and when he held one out, it was a moment before a coat was brought to him, backless as not to interfere with the spray of black he had connected to him at his back. A larger version of what the orange haired man had all over him, in fact.

Putting that on, he slipped out of the contraption he'd been using to move closer, graceful in spite of his ill health, and lifting his head to meet her eyes through his hair, his rinnegan finally visible.

"Is it only that clan that has such hair then? I've never seen it on another."