The young woman's stride took her easily into the hospital district, which seemed a little more locked down than usual. It was subtle; in fact, had she not been in the precise profession that knew exactly where to look and what to look for then she'd never have known. The Kazekage's detail was here – it seemed that Yasei wasn't simply shooting off about whatever happened being a big deal. Ameya paused in front of the revolving glass door of the hospital, glancing over to where she expected her companion to be. With a slight shrug, the Uchiha pushed the door and slipped through, stepping into the large foyer. The door to the Emergency Room opened and closed as a nervous young man stepped in, paced a few steps, then went back into the nearby room as Ameya passed, and a few small murmurs of conversation slipped through the air over the faint waiting room music as she stepped up to the front desk. The security guard was a Genin; the contract for the Hospital was with the city, and they cycled Genin in for missions.
The dark-haired Jounin smiled at him and leaned on the counter a bit. “Kazekage-sama sent for me – I was told he'd be in the company of another, one Nisshoku-kun?” she inquired, clearly intending for the young man to give her directions. He glanced down at some folders, a sticky note, and then, finally, a memo pad, before raising his eyebrows and tapping it with his finger, as though he had just solved a major crime.
“Oh... Oh, yeah! Okay, yes, they're uhm, on the second floor. The patient was moved after the initial Emergency Room visit. He's missing an arm...” he divulged, reading the various notes aloud without much of a filter.
“That's all I needed. Thanks,” she replied, turning to the stairs to make her way up in a brisk fashion. The cold, sterile fluorescence guided her as she opened the door from the stairwell, peeking down the hallway to spy the lone occupant, standing outside a door like a worried parent. Ameya's eyes narrowed as a sudden wave of animosity hit her. She had, of course, met Ikari. He was not incumbent when Ameya joined Sunagakure proper, nor had he even been the Kazekage throughout much of her time as a very young ANBU. It wasn't hard to see him as an obstacle, at times, but this feeling confused her. It were as though whatever resentment she held for Sunagakure at large had been dredged up, aimed at him, and now lay just below the surface, causing the normally very calm Uchiha to feel flush. A professional at deception, Ameya shoved those feelings down, swallowing hard before moving through the invisible miasma to her superior. “Kazekage-sama,” she began with a slight incline of her head. “I'm told you need someone of proper Fuuinjutsu talent. How may I be of service?”