Kankurou's eyes flitted back and forth between the woman, who had said they should go back to their rooms, and Kurogane, who was obviously worse off than he was ready to admit. He shifted, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up, ignoring the freezing, stinging feeling at the side of his neck and along his jaw and shoulder.

Kurogane turned and told him to go to the wall and try to get over, and for a moment Kankurou bristled, angry already at being in an unfamiliar situation after what happened with Gaara, before he forced himself to think of it like being on a team. Kurogane was the man who knew what was going on, Kankurou didn't. He'd lead his own team once he got used to it, but for now...

Gritting his teeth, he nodded once, and shifted back toward the wall, looking for hand and footholds - normally, getting over a wall took little to no effort, but his chakra was fucked up and he didn't have time to rely on something that might let him down halfway up. So he shifted, eyes flicking over the wall and then back, starting to work his way up. Climbing wasn't his strongest area, not without chakra, but he could do it in a pinch and he was in good shape, at least.