Aiko's eye twitched once or twice as she stormed up to the Uchiha boy, ready to knock his headband clean off his head. But as she came to stand only a few feet away, Aiko noticed the apologetic look in his eyes and began to simmer down. "You're lucky I'm in a forgiving mood today, Uchiha," she warned, folding her arms and leaning her weight on one leg. "You're red as a tomato, just to let you know. Beautiful hair? Geez, you're the worst at recoveries. And please don't call me ma'am. I'm not your elder or anything. Are you trying to make me sound like an old woman?" She shifted her weight again and tossed the basket of apples from one arm to another. "What's your name anyway?"