The Deep of the Woods [Catherine, Safira]

The trip through to the place was quite the unique experience; she'd never gone through the Garganta before, all she had were either written or spoken anecdotes on the journey. She was writing notes upon notes about it, barely finishing as they stepped into a plane of darkness, looking up and around with caution, the use of Signal reassuring that the place was vacant of threats, outside of the potential one she saw before her.

With hardly a skip, she'd reach to her bag to pull a rather... Interesting looking flashlight, possessing what looked to be a tiny head of a hollow obscuring the point light would come out, other biological oddities to the otherwise familiar shape of the object. With a finger flick to a switch, a brief hiss would spit rather light from the "maw", the clicking of a dial both opening the tiny head, and dulling the light to an appropriate level.

Walking along with her, she was expecting of some details in regards to what she was being asked to do here, and indeed the snake had given, "Ahhh that's right, almost forgot you got your power robbed," The slight grin on her face put into question of if that "forgetting" was genuine or not, "So, quick question in a bit of a theoretical: I build this vessel, you get your power back, all should be well n' good... But what's stopping you from turning on me once all's done? Would that be a point you'd consider i'd have worn out my "usefulness" to you?"

There was no ceasing in footfalls, a side glance given to the serpent as she gave her answer. It only made that mean little grin just a bit wider; what, did she think she was getting cold feet or something? Given by the speed and assumptive nature of the response it was obvious. Her light calmly projected safe footing, at least until whenever they'd hit a place with lightning, quietly listening to her response as she'd simply let out a brief laugh,

"Ah, I just wanted to know what you'd answer with," Her tone mellowed out as her eyes were fixed someplace between the boundary of light and the darkness ahead, "Usually, my employers are more earnest in broadcasting their intent when i'm this deep. Sorry for questioning your integrity, though. But, I don't trust anybody with my life - that's not just a 'you' thing."

Calmly observing her surroundings, she'd remember to take sketches of everything she could. But, there was probably that lingering rope she should tie up:

"Why would I need to ask about something i'm not interested in? If I wasn't up to do anything, I wouldn't have come. This trip alone's a payment..."

Looking up, she felt appropriate to voice it, "Dunno how to put it, but just being here makes me feel at home - lines up with some anecdotes i've gotten. Pretty creepy, wouldn't say I'm fond of the sensation."

Only the roll of her dark eyes would respond to that gesture; she was perfectly comfortable compromising herself for this opportunity, and if all she had to do was play along, then she would play along. There was no reason to be argumentative with her now-captor, now was there? Besides, it was just another job, another thing for her to create, another thing that'd eventually lead to destruction; it was just the rub in her profession, her role.

The calm bob of the light she held guided her way, her brow risen with Arrancar's description of what she and others were as 'fallacies'. There wasn't any offense or confusion, just calm amusement as Nahash explained her argument, with the addition of visual aids and a reiteration of the point. Felt like quite the narrow-minded perspective, but no immediate irritation showed on her face that would otherwise show itself if it were someone on the street saying so.

"Sure isn't a lot written down on the subject that I can find outside of personal anecdotes, and even those are unreliable with the root of power being entirely personal. A field of unknowns that's waiting to be explored."

A test of breath to see if it was even cold enough down here to be visible, she'd continue with the click of her teeth, "It's part of my study of hollows, after all, but given the guys who supposedly get themselves most dirty on the subject aren't willing to share, I have to find it on my own."

Interesting... Yet quite clinical. She's come across a handful of fullbringers, read whatever studies or theories she could find, but it was inevitably limited in details and mired by diverting experiences. The conclusion that it had something to do with how they were born was obvious to draw, it was one of the few things commonly experienced by whatever or whoever she got her hands on, but it wasn't much of a certainty unless someone somehow managed to hunt down a majority of others like her. Or...

"Wouldn't it be faster for someone like you to make subjects and monitor them? You've still got Hollow Reiryoku and the longevity to wait for them to grow up in their environments, after all. I don't got the luxury of making my own sample size, it took me years to get even a pinch... Yet there's still a lot I don't know."

Looking at her own hand, she'd squeeze it shut, "All I can say is that i'm more attuned to the hollow side of me, and my Fullbring sucks."

She disliked that smile.

Making no attempt to press that branch of the subject any further, she'd quietly and rather intently listen to the Arrancar's own findings on the development of one's Hollow Factor, tipping her head to the side with a slight shrug, "I imagine it'd be like trying to force a hollow to evolve. This stuff's a natural process at the end of the day, it kind of just... Happens, over time from what I understand."

Her expression changed, somewhat unreadable, "I didn't really realize what was happening to me until I broke some teeth on a job when I was younger. Woke up to spitting out tooth roots and brand new teeth in their place. It was a gradual uphill roll from there."

That was not how she found out, a look of illness in her expression with the real recollection trying to push it's way to the forefront. She wouldn't let it.