For a brief moment, she looked at him, amusement flickering through her eyes. "Smart," she praised him. "It's never a good idea to take drugs from strangers." She wanted to reach out and ruffle his hair, but that was probably too forward, and he was most likely going to be twitchy about people going near his head—face and eyes, specifically—for at least a few days.

She pulled a small scroll from her vest pocket, unsealing it with a bit of her own blood, and sifting through the messages—most of which were sealed even more strenuously—before selecting one and releasing the security measures, with a few more drops of blood and a surge of chakra.

It was a cordial sort of how-do-you-do from the Hokage, acting in his capacity of sensei and addressing the woman who would be looking after one of his students and relatives.

"Will this do, dear?"