Quite without warning, Lee's arm swings wide and his free hand comes up with a kunai pulled from his leg holster and twirled to a deadly edge in an expert movement. His eyes are hard, mouth set in a grim line and looking far more serious than he ever has.

It takes a moment for Neji to realize who he's got at knife point, and his expression clears to neutrality that still looks out of place with Lee's usually expressive face.

"Ah, Tenten, I apologize....." Thick brows furrow over a frown, head cocked as his voice doesn't come out quite right. It's then he realizes his arms are clad in green, fingers wrapped in bandages he hasn't worn for years, and a swift check to the back of his head reveals a rather unfortunate hair cut that's almost more alarming than the apparent conclusion.

"Am I Lee!?"