[That hand grabs the back of his cloak, and Sasuke reflexively whirls, knocking the arm off his person with a rough swing — a defensive disengagement that won't hurt so much as it may startle the other boy behind him for how out-of-character it seems. The question then registers; of course, he's not himself.

He's Sakura. A feminine face, scrunched with annoyance, looks back at Jonas, lacking any gentility or friendliness.]

You're confused. [Unfortunately, that doesn't mean he's going to play pretend for the sake of a stranger. It would feel too much like a lie for no reason, if it would even be believable.] I'm too busy right now to deal with you. I'm not Sakura, despite how I look. She's the one I'm trying to find.

[On second thought—] Have you seen anyone around with dark hair, unusual eyes, and a missing left arm? [Feels very weird to describe himself......]