[Center]Konohagakure[/center]

Matsuka sat alone, eating her ramen quietly. The stall owner eyed the two scrolls kneeling next to her but said nothing about them as she indicated she wanted seconds. 

"You're not saying much today Matsuka. Something wrong?" The quiet njnja looked up at him, her expression unreadable. "One doesn't squander what could be their last meal with idle chatter, friend." She said cryptically. The old man shrugged and handed her the bowl, knowing her well enough not to press for an explination.