So, the people who ran this place were toying with them. This institute was a maze and they were the metaphorical rats. Not that Kiba had expected much less; he hadn't trusted Landel's to begin with. Everything seemed off from the get-go, and he had immediately realized there was something fishy going on, though that probably wasn't much of an actual accomplishment than proof he still possessed a fraction of common sense. The idea that the staff who ran this place apparently had the ability to render the lot of them unconscious whenever they chose to still bothered him, of course--ticked him off, really--and he hoped that one day he would be lucky enough to be able to return the favor. It wasn't like they'd be able to keep them for long, either; it was only a matter of time until they busted out. The clock was all ready ticking.

Kiba shook his head, shooting Sai a clear look of disbelief once he finished. "What do you mean, you've been here for awhile? You can't have been here much longer than I have." He shrugged then, straightening his back against the pew. Maybe this was more of that memory-loss crap. Wonderful. "...I guess the last thing I remember is Sakura knocking all of us out and running off to play hero, or whatever it was she thought she was doing. Idiotic is what it was. Stupid." He scowled. What the heck had she been thinking, running off like that? Just leaving them there unconscious in potentially hazardous territory. "Managed to send Kakashi after her before that bomb of hers totally floored me, though. Beats me what happened next."

Though Kiba secretly hoped Kakashi had kicked her ass. Or Sasuke's. Both, if the jounin could manage. That would certainly brighten up his day. He might even stop resenting the obnoxious smiley face that was plastered on his shirt for awhile.