"Folding it by hand?" Kisame grins at the glossy, gray square in her hands and at how she folds and creases and tucks in its edges, her nose almost pressed to the paper.

Konan replies, "I don't always weaponize my hobbies."

After a few silent minutes, she forms a seal; the paper shark swims his way in mid air, before gliding back and nestling into her hands.