Wood chips -- that made Sasuke pause, surprised by the unusual clone material. Fumiko blinked as well, though her expression morphed quickly into one more of delight than anything else at the compliment. Apparently all that was needed to buy her trust was compliments; she tucked both hands into her pockets and grinned at the stranger a shade impishly.

Sasuke was resisting the urge to ruffle her hair -- apparently it was genetic after all, given how many times his older relatives had done the same to him -- when the mention of one of said older relatives made him straighten in surprise.

"Potential for a --" The notion of a promotion (to what, exactly?) was wiped out even more quickly at the mention of his most recent mission, Sasuke's expression startling into apprehension. Clearly this was another Konoha-nin, but Obito had made it very firm that what they'd done was under very specific clearance. Clearance that Fumiko was absolutely not granted, which meant Sasuke knelt after a moment, fishing a few ryou out of his pocket to hand to her.

"Get something to warm up," he instructed, pointing in the direction of the bakery. He fully expected her to use the remainder on baked goods, the selection of which would distract her for enough time to find out what Obito was thinking.

"How do I know sensei sent you?" He asked once she was out of earshot, voice dropping into seriousness.