Although she had not hesitated to tease him about his sword, she had not made mention of the white patch of hair he was now sporting. She felt it out of place to bring up, but since he had opened that topic up for discussion...
She remarked, "I guess life in the Mist is pretty rough if it is making an old man out of you." They had not seen each other since he had given her an invention of his, a prosthetic arm, that she could use in her medical practice. That had been quite the medical break through, in her opinion, for the arm was actually controlled through chakra and would revolutionize treatment of amputations entirely.
She reached up to pull her hair back behind her shoulder and surreptitiously formed one handed kata after releasing her mane behind her neck. Calling up her doton chakra she wove its threads together and caused a series of five stone spires to erupt from the ground upon his location in the configuration that the pips would appear on a die; the center spire being the point upon which he was now standing. "Doton: Supi-do no Hashira " she whispered. Although classically this jutsu was to be placed under her own feet and used in a linear fashion for the express purpose of her own escape from a dangerous situation, she used it now in an attempt to upset his footing and perhaps send him shooting up into the air.