Tara is currently between ineffectual attempts at jogging, which is to say that she's standing in the grass, with her hands braced on her knees and breathing heavily. But she looks up at the sound of Minato's voice, eyes wide with surprise. Her gaze very deliberately ticks to his armband, and she relaxes just a bit.

"M-Minato. Um, h-hi. I can leave, if you want."