[ Suigetsu deftly pulls out his kunai and spins it lazily on his index finger. ] This place, obviously. It's a dump.

[ He assesses the fog with an expression that matches the mysterious voice; he's smirking - it's broad and sharp - as he turns his face to where he assumes the noise is coming from. ]

And it's not water, genius. It's something else entirely; consistency's more like oil. I can always introduce you to it. You can give it a taste and let me know~