And it was a faint flicker of surprise that rippled through him. (Passed just as quickly as it had started. Never seeping into his expression, but lingering at the edges.) He had been waiting up for her. He suspected she did know. And he took a moment to steal a glance at her - Before looking away again.

(She would not say that normally. She would not-And he thought of Minato. For a moment. Thought of what he had said, earlier. What he assumed to be a virus.)

He focused his attention upon the constant change of channels. Mentally tracked the stations.

"No," his voice was soft. Thoughtful. "Not quite."