Miya's nose twitches, and all at once she's up in a crouch, the blade of her kodachi less than a centimeter from the bit of food before it stops moving.  "Oh," she responds after seeing what she almost murdered.  "Morning, Itamimaru."  Returning her kunai to its holster, she plucks the stick from the ground, popping the fish into her mouth as she rises to her feet.