Neji was perched in the lounge, the noise of the building and festivities low and somber for the time of night. Outside the window, lanterns were still fading into the stars. He wondered if Temari was still out there, was briefly tempted to seek her out through the Byakugan, but his attention was drawn away as someone crested the stairs.

He wasn't surprised to see someone he recognized, as there were plenty fellow shinobi that had come along from Konoha, but this was probably the only Kiri-nin he knew personally.

"Kajiki-san," he greeted with a quirk of his lips, folding his book shut. He'd only been half-reading it anyway. "Enjoying the festival?"