Hisana had chosen the restaurant for its lively nature more than its status. That it was inexpensive also came with its own charm.
She sat in some random booth, not isolated to a corner but pushed along a wall and out of the way. Cold miso sat before her, the bowl of soup left mostly untouched in favor of what remained of a salad she had been picking at previously. Her food, though, remained forgotten, finished but not taken from her as she focused on her book.
She seemed out of place, and not only because of the textbook she was studying. She was dressed in rather formal silks, elaborate layers of her kimono draping her behind a soft blush of spring pinks and yellows. Beyond the fancy floral robe she seemed quite placid and still, a little spot of calm and quiet amid the otherwise celebratory din of the restaurant.
That does not change when Raika barges in to rile up the locals even more. She finishes the sentence she was reading and moves a painted fingernail to point to her last spot. Blood red eyes then lift from the page and flit over to the new source of energy.
Her lips pull into a little smirk at the mention of free drinks, a small glance given to her water.
Hisana spends a moment listening to the bravado, but doesn’t make it through the whole story before her mind turns back to her studies. Her eyes also return to the page and resume their reading, leaving the page again only when she is called out for being a shinobi.
It was no secret, sure, but it was not something she openly advertised. Even her headband was hidden, but those of Konoha tended to know of her, even if only for her formal manner of dress, and pointy ears.
The look in her eyes said she was unamused, but she offers a small and polite smile in reply, paired with a respectful nod of her head. That done, her attention again returns to her book.