A nicer neighborhood, perhaps. She's certainly not dressed like a local, still wearing her sword at her hip, her loose-wrapped white top and flaring black pants - certainly nice enough fabric, but practical, not fancy.

None of these people look particularly powerful; they'll have to widen their search, for whoever seems likely able to mount a resistance.

Still...

"What are we planning on doing for tonight?" she asks her new friend. "I haven't slept in a few days already, and don't particularly mind a rooftop, but still..." She's injured and low on chakra enough she can't reasonably keep skipping sleep.

"Some of these houses look nice. I was thinking we might take one."

She smiles. "That'd be quite fun. Though I don't go for kids; they're of no real interest to me. Still, this place doesn't seem to be crawling with them."

"Mm. Three doors down. A father and two grown sons. The mother... dead, not six months ago."

"Oh, that's quite a good target, and a very nice power."

"Do you prefer to be involved in the taking, or merely the aftermath?"

"Both, if you don't mind."

"All right. Take the back, find the kitchen entrance. There should be one servant. I'll give you five minutes, then herd the family that way."

"Will do."

And she's less noticeable, somehow, perceivable but like something you've seen a thousand times before. 

She glides off, perfectly silent, towards the back.

She focuses on her Rinnegan, removing the technique she'd had hiding its distinctive appearance, revealing a world awash with color to her. Where are the people, and how many, and how healthy? Is the kitchen entrance obvious - not that she's one for doors.

The house has two floors aboveground, and one below. Three males, two in the middle the first floor and one towards the front on the second, none with any detectable chakra. The younger two are relatively fit, the older has let himself go. One female, in the back of the first floor, probably in the kitchen given her proximity to the door. She doesn't have any chakra either, nor is she remarkably strong.

It's exceptionally strange, being in a world without chakra.

She can't make solid things invisible to her sight, not like a Hyuuga could, but she can layer a camouflage technique over herself and sink into the ground, emerging slowly enough into the kitchen that she shouldn't be causing obvious ripples.

The woman is busy with a pot hung over a fire, and doesn't notice her entrance.

She should probably just slit the woman's throat.

But she has five minutes.

She goes to lurk just behind the woman, carefully, so her breath will just tickle the back of the woman's neck.

She startles, ladle in her right hand jumping and sloshing hot soup across the floor.

"Maker's breath!" She looks over her shoulder worriedly.

...Not giggling at that is really hard but 'random disembodied giggling' isn't Hisame's game right now.

Hisame leans into her space a bit more, right hand ghosting over the woman's hip, just hard enough to send shivers over most people's skin.

(She's ready to grab and muffle the woman if she looks like she'll flinch hard enough to knock into the pot and make noise, or like she'll scream - Hisame has her sharingan active, she'll practically know these things before the woman does.)

She is indeed about to scream and send the pot crashing into the fire.

Hisame pulls the woman into her, hand over her mouth - still camouflaged.

"What a naughty girl, trying to scream," she murmurs, pressing their bodies together as she steps back.

Her eyes are wide with terror. She says something behind Hisame's hand, which she can perhaps make out.

"Andraste preserve us, Andraste preserve us, Andraste preserve us, Andraste preserve us, Andraste preserve us..." Her mantra is fervent and quick.

"Andraste isn't here, darling. I am." And unfortunately she lacks the time to draw this out very well. "But I'm merciful, when I wish. Let's make a little deal, hm? I'll let you turn around, and I want you to look me in the eyes and smile and give me a little kiss. I'll make it nice and painless, then."

"If you scream... Well, if you're lucky I'll get bored of playing with you in a few days."

"Or I can steal your voice and break your legs and let you watch as I kill this family, and then maybe keep you for a little bit."

Her mantra changes to a wordless moan of fear.

She loosens her grip, and, sing-song, says "Tick-tock! What's your poison, darling?"

(She'll still be able to react before any actual screaming.)

"I- I-"

"T-th-the f-f-first?"

Brightly: "Good choice!" Though she'd been hoping for a pet.

She lets her prize go and drops her camouflage. (Her mismatched crimson and lavender eyes still focused firmly on the woman, though, alert for any betrayal.)

She turns around slowly. The fear in her eyes is tinged by confusion when she sees Hisame. Haltingly, she attempts a smile. It's not a very good one.

She'll take it, smiling back with an enthusiasm that would put Naruto to shame.

"And a kiss?"

(Though already she's layering an illusion over the woman, to hopefully make her feel floating and free of pain.)