[b] Shiō [/b]

Shiō was unsure of what Kyo's angle was with the gift. If he was trying to bribe her, it was a poor job; typically one would want to research the person they were bribing. If it was merely just a gift, it was equally ridiculous - she wasn't inviting them over for dinner, mandating the social convention of bringing a bottle of wine (or like) over. Politely, she waved her hand, gesturing that she would pass on the gift, at least for now.

"I'm don't typically use kunai," she responded, in a matter-of-fact tone. There was little else to say on the matter. She made note of his name, opting not to give hers because she dearly hoped that her student would at least have memorized her name before presenting a gift to her. She examined the other boy, her seemingly bruised and bland charge who had the audacity to comment on her tardiness.

"You are bruised," she responded, commenting on another obvious matter in mirror to his observation. "Unless you are requesting an explanation, which I'd strongly question your aptitude for being a shinobi if you did, then you aren't providing anything useful with the observation. As to honorifics and bowing, I find them to be a waste of time, so please abstain from that kind of procedure." While Shiō wasn't as cold as she was coming across, she wasn't in a pleasant mood having just left surgery; further, she felt her time was being wasted with pointless chatter - and if the chatter was knowingly pointless, she'd be even more irked.

"Do you want me to look at your injuries?" Shiō asked, looking at Taiho, "I'm a medic-nin." It was a sidelong explanation to his earlier commentary about her tardiness. She suspected, or at least hoped, they could connect the dots; if they couldn't they probably didn't have business being a shinobi. Observation was too important of a skill for them. 

Tending to 'light' wounds such as Taiho's were not her specialty. She was more than capable of dealing with such injuries, but it just wasn't something she was the most efficient at. She was a surgical specialist. If he had managed to run a blade through his hand and cut a tendon or muscle that needed surgery, that would be something she could do efficiently.

Hearing the descent of Hiyō, Shiō shifted her umbrella to allow him space to land on the tip of it, the umbrella resting on her right shoulder, currently folded.

"For additional introductions, this is Hiyō," she explained. The hawk looked at the two of them inquisitively, but Shiō did not turn to her companion, keeping her eyes on the two in front of her. She was familiar with him already - she needed to familiarize herself with the two in front of her. These kinds of interactions were very much out of her element as well; while she was more than capable of dealing with people socially, she had become accustom to dealing with patients on the table who were completely unconscious.