The fog was thick and all encompassing, but its not the first time he's been able unable to see. Even though Tobirama followed the thrum of that energy that's become well known to him, it took time. It felt wrong. He forged on, gripping the fur coat around him that he'd long since acquired from Osiga. Finally in what seemed like forever he hears the voice calling, see's the fin--dense haze parts around the strong blue face and heavy leathers.

The comment shifted his face into a flat unimpressed look, but he plays it up more before the vaguest smile replaces it. A hand reaches--plants itself on the other man's shoulder. Good, he is here, it is him. 'Did you see him?' Was what Tobirama wanted to ask, but instead... "Do you need more time?"