"Are you all right?"
The little girl looked up, tears seeping from her large brown eyes. "Huh?" she mumbled.
"I asked if you're all right," Kakashi said, kneeling down in front of her and tilting his head. "You don't look all right."
She sniffed. "I'm lost."
He studied her. The girl was younger than him, maybe nine or ten years old, with long brown hair and wide, frightened, maple-brown eyes. She was dressed in a red shirt with yellow and violet sleeves and beige pants, but neither was decorated with any village symbols. Still, he didn't let his guard downhe had been a chunin at six, so there was no reason to underestimate her. Even