Nails Painted Red [Verdada, Catherine]

Her eyes watched her carefully, even prepared to use Bringer Light to dodge an attack if needed. There was a certain air this woman was giving off, and it wasn't one she was too comfortable around, but she was applying enough caution to make sure she didn't end up like "Jack" over there... That had to have been some form of ability, she couldn't imagine this scrawny thing having anything else but that. Even though she personally was working on her strength, she often used other abilities to increase the power of her blows, it had to be something like that.

A hard blink of surprise was given when Verdada was suddenly up close to her, quickly backstepping and instinctively putting an arm up to block an incoming blow, only for it to not happen. Oh, a cigarette? Well she didn't have to be such a damn freak about it...

"..I try not to make it a habit." Cautiously taking the cigarette, she'd gently squeeze and inspect it, as if she were looking for some form of trick, even giving it a sniff. Nope, seemed clean...

No you aren't, a slight narrow of the eyes was the only thing to convey her discontent, pressing the end of the cigarette into that provided flame and would have taken a puff if not for her sketchbook unexpectedly leaving her hands. She felt a light of anger spark inside of her before she caught herself with a deep, composing breath. First one to blow up loses, first one who blew up always lost in these situations. Stay. Calm.

"You have three seconds to drop that before you lose an arm." With a measured tone, she'd calmly warn the arrancar looking through an array of sketches, all quite rough with notes scrawled across the page in an unrefined manner, noting physical traits and abilities especially. Even hypotheses of how their abilities worked based purely off observations. Several arrancar were amongst the faceless sketches as well.

Her filthy expression grew fouler with that 'funny lil gal' comment, almost wanting to just take an arm off for fun at this point. But even with that dare of a comment, her sketchbook was safely handed back to her. What was up with that? She was acting all nutty and carefree, now she's shivering in her boots? There wasn't much putting a finger on that pulse, all she knew was that something somewhere was dishonest. Whatever.

"First of all, very likely you're much older than me, so don't play cute with 'Big Sis'," A finger jabbed at her, "Secondly, touch my shit without my permission again and you'll be missing a whole lot more than an arm."

She'd leave it there, but it was as if she were trying to derail the conversation into something else, not that she'd let her. Taking a momentary drag of her own cig, a deep sigh followed with smoke and a slight cough, "Distracting the conversation isn't getting you out of answering me. What are you doing out here? Where are you from? And, if you're so inclined to mock, what are your abilities then?"

"Right..." She didn't seem convinced. This flip in personality just rubbed her wrong, but she'd have to let it go if she wanted to get anything out of this. Push all these little things to the middle of her mind, to be brought to the forefront whenever required, but never out of immediate reach.

So she was out here to inspect the hollows too? From the looks of it, more like she was tormenting them... Which yielded it's own data, but direct tampering with the subject tended to create flawed results... Unless she was trying to figure out if it had certain behavioral responses to pain, which, if that was what she was going for, sure.

"What are you even trying to study?" She'd ask when presented the feather, a brow risen as she'd carefully take the miraculously grown feature. Lightweight, but stable, finding very carefully that it was pretty sharp too - Farfar would probably insult it for not being the ideal shape for stabbing or whatever... Did Hollows from this 'Valley of Screams' have unique attributes? Wasn't like she ever heard of it before. Really had to be careful not to cut herself on this thing though, she didn't know if it had poisons or something else nasty coating it.

"I'd... Rather you not." Was spoken with a slight cringe to the egg comment. Joke or not, the imagining was not a favorable sight.

"Quite the dangerous, fucked up place to be frivolously going about in but... Whatever, you do you I guess," There was a sneaking suspicion she was being lied to about her motivations, but it wasn't like she had anything rock solid to pin her down with. Not yet, at least. Cautiously, she'd rummage through the small pack at her side to get some tape, ending in simply taping the feather to the page she had scrawled pictures and notes of the arrancar. It was something to study later for sure.

"Oh, me? Well, I punch hard enough to shatter most Hollow's heads, I drown people, and I move pretty fast." Obtuse and nonspecific, that was exactly how she'd explain it. Wasn't lying if it was technically true, "I'm just a funny little Fullbringer with not that much to me."