The late Chuunin zips across rooftops and side-structures alike of buildings within the village as she closes in upon her new destination. What she thought was a day she could spend on a nonchalant mold of training and lazing off turned out to be the one day she had to head out for a mission. Luckily she's coming from the former, so she's already suited up and what not. Her hair is tied into a messy bun that looks like a swirl between red fading into black, and tied with a simple black hairband. As for her attire, she's garbed with her usual black robes, arms covered with the exception of the upper part, especially near the shoulders. Her torso's covered with the typical green flak jacket.
With each brief leap she makes the reddish black end of the single-leg covering lower half of her robe flows back, revealing her right leg and exposing the other half of the black shorts she's wearing, as well as the fishnet warmer covering her knees and the upper part of her ankles. Of course, she's wearing the standard issue black, open-toed tabi boots, though they extend up to the part of her ankles that aren't concealed by her warmers.
As Kanna finally closes in on her destination, she hops off of one last rooftop and descends down, stifling her drop with the application of chakra to her feet. That same application is applied as she heads up, eventually scaling it and making her arrival. She stands at the entrance of the checkpoint office, rattling her knuckles against the doorway. "Sorry I'm late!
" She remarks, with her cyan gaze curiously shifting about the area for a moment, specifically at the two already present. From a glance alone it'd be clear she was a little winded, since she rushed there.
"Name's Kanna. I'm guessing you guys are...
" To be honest, she skimmed the mission report. The fact that she got to the right gate in itself was just a lucky guess. ".. watching the gate during this shift, as well?
" She finishes her sentence, with somewhat of an awkward pause, and a faint, nervous smile present on her features. "Oh right, sorry about the late arrival. I got caught up... breaking up a little quarrel. Some unsatisfied customer was getting into it with a shopkeeper on my way here.
" She'd made up the excuse on the spot with some quick thinking, even if it was an arguably bad one.