[She slants a look over at him, not quite rolling her eyes at his incredibly helpful response.]

Oh, is that all? Seems like it would take someone longer to adjust--

[At the end of the aisle, a couple of roughhousing kids get carried away, and one tosses an orange at the other--who promptly ducks, sending it sailing towards the back of Yoruichi's head.]

[Without turning, she leans ever so slightly to one side, lifting a hand just as the orange hits her palm with a soft smack.]

--to a couple of extra bits hanging off them.

[She looks down at the orange, brows raising a bit before she tosses it into her basket.]

Hoooh. I didn't see they had these.