Gaara opened one eye in annoyance when the unwelcome noise broke his focus. He didn't ever recall seeing his person before, but it doesn't matter either. There wasn't a drop of chakra that he could sense from this weakling, and therefore deserved to be treated with the same amount of regard Gaara gave to every other weakling here: None.

Silently, he watched Gokudera's progress through the forest from his branch. The item in Gokudera's hand doesn't look familiar, but presumably it's some sort of weapon judging from the way he had pulled it out in defense. What were the odds this idiot knew anything about magicians? It wouldn't hurt to find out.

"You."

His tone was utterly bored. Condescending, even.