“[color=7bcdc8]Ouch, looks like it would hurt a lot.  Yeah I wouldn't be climbing any mountains either if I was hurt like that either.[/color]” the boy stated with a wince. Haruka only shrugged. She barely remembered how much it had hurt. She had been rather preoccupied at the time, trying to get to Suzaku. Hell, she barely remembered anything that happened, other than him lying on the ground.
No matter what, it was years ago by now and despite the fact that the scar still hurt quite badly on some days, she barely even noticed it was there for most of the time. It mainly just served as a reminder that she was not as invincible as she had once thought and that death followed the path of life she had chosen.

It seemed as if they both disappeared into their own minds for a few seconds and when Haruka's mind returned to the surface again, she caught a glimpse of something in the eyes of the boy that made her feel a tinge of comradery. That glimpse of [i]understanding[/i].

"[color=7bcdc8]Well it seems we both had similar ideas, I came out here too to train like I said earlier. I was going to go to the mountain to train myself, and maybe catch a bit of game while I was at it. I haven't been in Gobigakure long, I figured it would be best to get some training done. You're from the village too right?[/color]" the boy asked, seeming a bit unsure whether it was okay to ask her that or not. She somewhat understood. Gobi was a place of entrainment, after all. A foreign shinobi in Gobi likely meant that they were there for pleasure rather than business.
"[color=7bcdc8]Well if you are, would you like some help with your training?[/color]" he then offered.

Haruka seriously considered the situation for a moment. She had been asked directly if she was from the village and she was nowhere intelligent enough to muster a proper lie, should that become a necessity, so telling the truth was the only option she had. Being hung over really did not help her ability to think. Of course, Haruka had no idea if this was what the boy meant, but with her limited mental prowess, she never even considered that he might mean something else. “[color=plum]Actually,[/color]” she began, rubbing the back of her neck awkwardly, “[color=plum]I'm here on, uhh, vacation, I guess you could call it.[/color]” The tinge of pink that rose to her cheeks betrayed the sort of coy tone she was attempting to use. “[color=plum]I've been here for a little while, though,[/color]” she added for good measure.
She really did not feel like training any more. She actually just wanted to get something to eat; her stomach was stating to ache a little bit with hunger. “[color=plum]And no thanks to the training tips; I'm just about starving, so I think I'll just head back to town and grab a bite at one of the restaurants.[/color]”