It helped that Masanori was, for all intents and purposes, possessed of an appropriate height considering his age. That bright greeting draws sharpening eyes and sees the young shinobi pause, eyes turned and gaze dropped to the young girl. She's young, but how young, he isn't entirely sure, his thoughts turned rather abruptly from recent events to assess the girl and this situation. A smile finds his face despite this and he turns more fully to face her, sliding the manju in his hand up his sleeve for safekeeping.

"You're excused," he quips in turn with a smile, but he's quick to drop into a squat so as to be at a better level considering her height. "So, what can I do for you?"