[When she'd first arrived... she'd assumed it had been a bad dream. Or a fever. That she would soon be back where she belonged, in her parent's house, in that village- the only home she could remember.

But... it wasn't that simple, was it.

Konoha forces herself to smile a bit wider, more than glad for the change of topic.]

Don't underestimate me just cause I'm a girl. I may have been born on a farm, but I've got the blood of the mountains.

[As if in proof of such, she slaps a bicep lightly. Admittedly... her long sleeves make it hard to tell how muscled she may or may not be under there, but considering her rear end was far more "draft horse" than "prancer"...]