Sasuke had learned some time ago that expressing impatience when Kakashi was blatantly ignoring someone was unlikely to achieve anything other than extending the wait, but there was still an eternally twelve-year-old part of him that wanted to fold his arms and glare. That had always been more effective when accompanied by Naruto's yelling or the expression of mute appeal on Hinata's face, though, and in any case -- the pause didn't drag as long as it could have.

Trouble at the border, a recurring theme as much as kidnap seemed to have been of late. Sasuke's group had been overwhelmed by numbers, though, and from the sounds of it Hinata's had been a product of ambush. For someone to not only get the jump on Kakashi but impress him was hardly good news for the village.

And yet his interest was piqued, at least up until the Sharingan was mentioned. His shoulders stiffened immediately, concern on his face sharpening into a frown.

"Were you able to keep the eye?" There were plenty of bandages covering that side of Kakashi's face, no way to tell how bad the damage was. "What did he look like?"