The back of the head... as he rubbed his chin, he realized he'd never seen what they looked like, but he could improvise if he needed to. That and the eyes seemed easy enough.

His attention turned to that vial, curious. He'd crafted his own poisons on occasion to coat his weapons of choice, but something that could blind... that would be precious as he navigated to where he needed.

"Okay," he replied, voice soft. Quick and clean job. They just needed to get their guest of the hour up and about. He shifted his boots, posed for a descent. Seemed they may just need to make some noise before buddy'd come up out of the ground.

He held up three fingers. Then two. Then one. Afterward, he released his grip on the branch and down he went. His fingers snapped for two handfuls of kunai before he- unfortunately- landed with not a sound in a crouch.

...Time to not be a ninja.

He began to dance, emphasizing the ground-stomping.