[Some generous bosom-y girlish bits that Konoha, in being used to bathing with other women from the village, is not particularly shy about, humming a little to herself as her long black tail slowly... rises to float near the surface of the pool like an inky spill.

Only a few days... this woman is much calmer than Konoha herself had been only a few days in, so. That's good, but.]

It's... definitely not home, is it?

[She wants to go back to her village so badly, yet there's nothing she can even do to make that happen... and her expression saddens a bit, staring at the water.]

This place is fine, I mean... there's food and water and shelter, but. The world they sent us to before... and apparently we'll be sent again... that was dangerous.

[... Also yes, her hair definitely needs braiding.]