Dark eyes flickered to the side, taking in Obito's extended hand and then briefly up to match their gazes, before dropping to the remains of the packed earth under them. His frame was carefully held, hands relaxed but muscles poised, fueled by self preservation and a reserve of energy that was always maintained.

"What the hell else do you want, Obito?"

The words barely made it out past the sand paper coating of his throat but they were no less hostile for it.