Kina had her ear pressed against the door, trying to listen to the conversation outside. "I'll go help her, but only because of the code," she heard. She immediately backed off from the door, recognizing who it was. 'not him, anyone but him.' She thought as her heart rate sped up. Kina was not afraid of Kisame, but just the opposite. She secretly kind of liked him. She would always marvel at his strength and speed during his fight scenes in the anime, and she had a soft spot for swordsmen. The sound of approaching footsteps snapped her out of the daze. The door slid open, and Kisame stepped in, "Hey, uh… you Kina?" he asked. Kina nodded, "and you must be Kisame, I presume," Kina would have shaken his hand, but she was still busy trying to pry the cork from the inside of the narrow bottle neck. She sighed, and held the bottle out to Kisame, looking away from him, averting his gaze. "Can you…open this for me?" she asked. Kisame took the bottle from Kina, and pulled the cork out with one movement. Kisame handed the bottle back to Kina, turned, and walked out without another word being exchanged. Kina stood rooted to her spot where she and Kisame were standing moments ago, chewing her bottom lip, slightly angered. 'Of all the nerve.' she mentally screamed. (lol Kina got shunned) She took a deep breath then exhaled, regaining her composure. She, then, walked into the living room with a peaceful expression on her face while mentally cursing Kisame. She elegantly stepped towards them, as if gliding, then, starting at Elliott's end, began to pour sake into the glasses. "How'd it go?" Elliott whispered when she was in front of him. "I don't wanna talk about it," Kina mumbled as she finished filling Elliott's glass, and moved on to her own.