Kasami had waited patiently for the mechanic to take note of her, standing with her hands clasped at hip level. The conversation that she had walked in on was amusing to her, a light smirk pulling at her lips. It wasn't the first time she'd been pitied or referred to as, for lack of a better term, a stray.Though, realistically in this scenario she was as close to a stray as she had ever been. She was in uncharted territory, in a strange building surrounded by strange people. They all wore masks, and none of them really seemed to pay mind to things around them- a stranger to their village especially. It was almost as if they only had one thing in particular on their mind. A mission, a goal, whatever you wanted to call it. It was curious how he mentioned that he made him too realistic, but the first thought that came to mind definitely wasn't that he was making synthetic humans.
Her eyes in the meantime meandered around the factory. She took note of the various parts on the nearest belt to her, riding by on their way to wherever they were destined to go. There was no real sign of their use from what she could see, but judging from the technology she had seen in the village so far, it was very advanced compared to a lot of places in her world. She bit her bottom lip for a moment, bringing a hooked finger to her chin as she looked at the moving parts in thought. Pieces were falling into place in her mind slowly, without her really knowing at first just what picture it was painting consciously.
Approaching footsteps snapped her attention back, and she looked up in time to see an orange haired man approaching her. Even the sound of his lab coat as he walked reached her refreshed ears, they were practically brand new. They'd been repaired by Ko and were even more efficient than they had been before she'd gone deaf. A lot of her had been.
Her gaze met his as he stopped in front of her and examined her, a slight tilt of her head as she focused in on his orange hair. That hair color wasn't common at all, and she might have been deaf but there were many stories relayed to her through signing in past lessons and conversations. Her time in the library with other bookworms that knew about things beyond their own village even. For a moment her eyes squinted in curiosity, and then she smiled and reopened them when he asked what she needed. "I was told to come here. By-" She paused looked up toward the left corner of the room as if it would help her remember. "Well, I never got his name. He wore a bright red Tengu mask." Her gaze returned to him, a smile on her face. "Though there was only a mention of a mechanic being here, not a genius. You're Kiyoshi Uzumaki."
Her gaze drifted toward where the boy that had let her in the first place was, for just a second catching glimpse of the candy spilling from his pockets, and then a memory was recalled to her. It was almost like blinking caused it to resurface. A memory of herself and Ko, and her former squad mate, following a trail of candy outside of Konoha and into the forest. They'd never actually caught up to whoever had made the trail, and her squad had dissolved pretty shortly after that. It almost seemed incredibly unlikely that they were linked. She looked back at Kiyoshi and her brows furrowed for a moment in thought before her face relaxed again. It wasn't worth mentioning at the moment. "Are you an Oni?" She'd never have guessed, and it seemed that no one at all knew. It was never mentioned any time he was spoke of.