And as he speaks- a woman drifts down from a rooftop, landing lightly between the two, of a slight distance. She smiles, and looks between them- and frowns as she settle's her eyeless gaze on Payne- Payne, who alone of those present knows what lies behind the black cloth covering where her eye's should be.<br/><br/>As the other's see her, she seems more than slightly odd- and unfamiliar. This woman is not ranking within the Soul Society- nor is she well known, save for the emblem on her back declaring her to be of the Eleventh Division. A smile slips- and her features are simply graceful- again, apart from the Black Blindfold over her eyes.<br/><br/>It is marked with a Kanji symbolizing sorrow, and otherwise unadorned.<br/><br/>"Payne. I had been wondering where you went to- and to find you here... like this... I've been worried sick, you know.." She says in an idle tone- almost as if joking; where her words not on so serious a topic, that is. Her own hand is nowhere near her lengthy Zanpakutou, the Nodachi firmly held in it's sheathe... but Payne knows that it can be drawn in a mere moment by the Combat Specialist.<br/><br/>She looks faintly to the other Soul Reaper, then back to Payne- as if dismissing him.