Too proud or smart, was it? He raised an eyebrow, mouth amused: he wasn't going to ask and likely wouldn't get an answer as to which one she considered him. The slight cut on his thumb was negligible enough that he didn't expect the first aid kid that showed up in the next minute when he approached the counter.

"There's no need for that," he said, waving it off, and then scrounged a piece of paper and pen from one of the many chuunin vest pockets. "I'm looking for custom work if you can do it."