"A small group of them to our left. Three girls, Two boys." the Scorpion woman replied with what seemed an almost kindly smile as she glanced towards them before carrying on her own way. Her stride pausing when she noted her nezumi compatriot might have spied something of interest to himself. Comparatively, the odd mixture of intimidation and kindness she seemed capable of expressing was one that made her harder yet to read as an individual. Was she truly the stereotype of the scorpion with poisoned smiles and words or was she something else? The mask seemed increasingly fitting as she paused briefly to address one of the more knowledgeable seeming locals.
"Excuse me, I must admit to some curiosity of the traffic passing through the village as I've misplaced a pair of my companions in my... impromptu arrival among your village." she soon describes both Tsuruchi-san and the Ronin she wished to bring to justice with careful, almost clinical, detail. A manner of speaking that hinted at years of practice and training to recall such information.