Ironically that blathering was making Hinata a little queasy and she tended to have something of an iron stomach. She could just imagine how much residual frog slime Naruto was ingesting as he slurped up noodles. Hinata really hoped he'd at least washed his face recently, like say in the last hour.

There's only a minute tilt of her head to warn Naruto that she's actually entertaining the question. Working through how much chakra she'd need to paralyze him so Sasuke could cart him off to the onsen.

She makes the smallest of nods the chakra already at her fingertips as she moves forward. She's truly sorry Naruto but you brought this on yourself. And honestly you'll thank them later when you go see your mother and are sparred her shoving you bodily into a bath. You do not go home to your mother smelling like swamp and covered in dried frog slime. It just isn't alright.

"Sorry Naruto-kun," she murmurs as her hand reaches for his shoulder.