The man who walked in was -- if not the last, certainly not the first person Sasuke had expected to see. It took a moment for him to regain equilibrium, accustomed as he'd grown to a rotation of jailers and information-gatherers, and a moment still to remember that with the kind of security clearance Yamato had, he could still be either. Or both.

He stood straighter, though not quite at formal attention, and folded his hands behind his back.

"Yamato-san," he acknowledged. "Are you here about the mission?"

He couldn't imagine anyone would be in here for any other reason.