"Yes, I suppose you don't want to rush having them throw sharp objects at each other. Not unless you have a full squad of medics on hand anyway." She gave Mikio a small smile when she saw him mime a shuriken toss. She wasn't as enthusiastic as the senior teacher, but she still had a relaxed posture. Often times, experienced shinobi were too busy to give her the time of day; she relished in the opportunity to sit and chat with one of her seniors, even if it was just small talk. She quietly followed him to Musashi's and took a seat across from him so that they could talk. "No, I haven't been sick," she said with a small chuckle. "Just been trying to keep myself busy."

Her lips pursed slightly, though when Mikio mentioned missions. There were never any exotic missions, and Megumi wondered if Gobigakure even issued missions beyond the village limits. "I've been on a few missions. Nothing terribly exciting, though. Let's see, in the last one, Kazuto was out in the woods collecting mushrooms and herbs for his remedies. He seemed convinced that he needed an escort for protection, so they gave me a bodyguard job. Well, someone was looking for him, alright." She let out a heavy sigh. "His ex wife was convinced that one of her children was his, but Kazuto thought it belonged to one of the prostitutes." She rubbed her face and tried not to groan thinking about it. "That was a fun conversation." 

She leaned back in her chair, looking up into the sky. "You know, I've heard stories about what ninjas from other villages do. I don't understand it. Why are we so far behind? We should be getting jobs from all over the world. Maybe they're boring or dangerous jobs that other villages don't want to do, but there have to be jobs like that out there. How can this village improve if we aren't even showing anybody we exist?" At that she bit her tongue and tried to collect herself. "Sorry. It's just frustrating. I feel like I'm capable of more than they're having me do. Maybe I'm wrong, but how can I know?"