Shikamaru's head whipped around to face the emerging figure, eyes wide and body otherwise stock still. He wasn't that far off, so why hadn't he sensed him? It could have been the fact that most of his very active brain cells were focused on the more tangible senses, but that didn't change anything. The someone he'd suspected was there. Right there.

He remained motionless as his eyes raked the other boy's form for a means of identification, sizing him up. He looked to be around the same age, but he wasn't like Shikamaru. He wasn't lost, for one. He knew where he was and how to handle himself, that much was obvious, and that (in Shikamaru's mind, in the mere seconds he'd had to view this new arrival) made him dangerous.