Kisame set the bag of beans that he had in hand neatly in the pile, turning his full attention to her.   "There's three of us, four now, that are in good shape.  There's a handful of wounded and that's it."  He gestured toward the slowly growing pile.  "We're going to have to spend the winter in the caves so I'm gathering supplies."  He paused to look closely at her.  "I'm Kisame.  How are you feeling?"