In the short time since meeting up with Shin at the gates Shashu had managed to a down a full third of the mountain of meatbuns she had procured, which fortunately freed up a pair of arms to hand over her ANBU passport to the gate guard. Not that that mattered much, since it was the ANBU tattoo on her stomach that mattered. Her predator's mask was slightly askew, allowing just enough room for her to stuff her face without revealing her identity. It did rather ruin the fearsome visage effect, but right now Shashu was still focused on refilling her body's store of proteins and carbohydrates after the long sojourn in Mist. She would continue to scarf down meat bun after meat bun until the guard showed up.