"Snarky little thing aren't you?" the man said with a smile.  "And I'll make whatever business mine when and how I want to make it.  Obviously.  A shinigami just running to a telephone pole?  Tsk tsk.  Makes a man wonder what has her running.  Or why she doesn't keep better sense of her surroundings."  The man had no reiatsu, or at least appeared to have none.  Yet he saw her.  Obviously he wasn't a normal guy.  The purple hair may have been a giveaway to that.<br/><br/>Byakuya stood outside of her cell, gazing in at her for a moment before looking away.  "I know some people who'll keep an eye on her in the real world," he said calmly.  "Besides, she may have had training from you up until this point, but he can be of more assistance to her until I plead her case.  And they'll fit, I imagine.  He's more like her than you or I.  Completely unorthodox."