Sakura's agreement is reflex, a nod of her head forward and a simple, "Yes." She does find it exciting, and frightening, and wonderfully overwhelming. She's never been far outside of her own town, let alone outside of her country.

South America feels so far removed from Japan. Even the weather feels alien, for all she's had muggy summers in her town growing up. "The bus will be here soon."

She glances down the road, watching the other girl from her peripheral vision. "Hard work. I don't know what I expect beyond hard work." She shifts from foot to foot, bending her knees and playing with the name-tag on her duffel. It's weight on her shoulders feels heavier than the contents of the bag merit. "What about you?" Sakura turns to face Sara, smile polite, eyes curious.

She wants to introduce herself, trying to decide between the automatic bow she turns into an abortive bob, and the hand-shake that's so far been used with her time and again. She settles on neither, frozen into inaction with a polite smile on her face.

"My name's Sakura Haruno. It's a pleasure to meet you."