Nariko had received correspondence from Shimiko to meet her at her forge, so she had gone to do as requested. Armed with her usual amount of weaponry, that being the nothing that she carried around, Nariko simply wore the basic Jounin outfit of a Kumogakure shinobi, the Raikage's hat draped on her back, attached to her via her neck, the Kumogakure headband placed on her forehead as it usually was.
By now, most people had gotten used to Nariko's somewhat casual appearances, as she walked around often without guards around her. After all, she was a woman of the people, and guards were off putting. Besides, Nariko could take care of herself in almost any given situation, and if she was assassinated, then Kumogakure had bigger issues. She wasn't easy beaten in a fight before taking office, and since then had become much more of a refined weapon herself, without risking nearly as much collateral damage.
It was thus that she found herself virtually unarmed and striding in to Shimiko's forge with a few stares from on lookers, wondering what sort of discussions were going on there. "Shimiko?"