A sharp-toothed grin stretched across the captain's face as she, with the silent moves and grace of a cat, took a casual position in Kazuko's window. She crossed her arms on her chest, and let one leg hang out of the window almost nonchalantly. Like if she totally wasn't sitting in a stranger's house. Once again, she had the dark hood of her sweatshirt hiding the unruly mess of short black hair on her head, and it cast a dark shadow on her amber eyes.<br/><br/>"Yo. Mister Arrancar." she spoke, using a slightly teasing voice, before bending her head back, and letting the hood slide back to reveal her scruffy bangs. Even in a gigai, she didn't look to feminine, and resembled a young boy rather than a woman. Maybe it was because of the clothing, maybe it was her hair, maybe it was that attitude that hovered around her like a crimson aura of bloodthirstiness and danger.<br/><br/>It was time to finish this little matter of a fight. In a gigai or not, she cared little about that aspect - this synthetic bag of flesh and blood was a limitation to her that made the fight more of a challenge, after all.<br/><br/>The human world was fun. There was nobody to watch over her, nobody to tell her to stop slicing stuff up like mad, nobody to criticize her overly brutal methods of Hollow reaping... Though, it would sure be more fun if Kenpachi Zaraki would be there - two people on a stuff-cutting spree was always better than one - but she was just as well off alone.<br/><br/>Her eyes glinted in the ray of sunlight, coming from a low angle from the side, and dipping her figure in soft golden light. They appeared like shimmering bronze in that light, and most of all resembled a cat, just like that wide, fanged grin of hers.