Zetsu offered another nod, this time in response to Konan's comments; he had little else to say about the matter, though had Konan expressed her thoughts, he would have agreed with her. He respected her opinions, naturally--she was the second-in-command, after all, and he was nothing if not loyal. Besides that, he trusted her instincts. She was far sharper than almost anyone gave her credit for, and that fact alone made him glad to be on her good side.He took up a relaxed but alert position where he'd stopped, arms casually crossed and fingers roving seemingly by habit. Not over his scars, even--he sported one or two on his face, but there were far more on his arms, like any experienced, close-quarters knife-fighter--, but tracing the lines of the characters that happened to be tattooed on closest to where his hands rested. Let the leaders talk, and he would listen--this silver-haired man had an unmistakable air of authority about him.