She returned the redhead's warm smile with her own. It felt good to see a friendly face again, after being cooped up underground with far more assholes and rapists than she'd cared to think about. She'd already had to kill two men to make a point, and to keep those few without any spiritual awareness from thinking they could take her in a fight. A large number of those with some sort of sixth sense had felt when she'd killed
the Kuchiki, and had left her alone, for the most part.
But, enough about that.
Abigaíl chuckled just a little and, at first, answered the woman's question with, "a blowjob would be nice." She was far more stressed than she'd admit, and the nature of this facility wasn't helping the matter, at all. Especially, having to watch the leader have his way with multiple women every day was growing tiresome. But no, the mission took priority over her comfort.
"He doesn't suspect anything, I don't think. I actually don't think he can even see spirits, to be honest." How he had come to be in such a position of power without something so basic in these days was beyond her understanding. "He's already established a new warehouse after we'd sacked the last one, but I haven't had an opportunity to take a look, yet.
"He's not the head, either. More like... He runs this single operation, like a finger on a hand. I haven't met the others, yet, but there's a meeting coming up soon. With any luck, I might convince him to take me along, given his ignorance of spirits." The venom on her tongue was obvious to anyone who cared to listen further than her words. She was despising this man more with every day, and wanted to cut off his head herself.
However, there was another matter she'd meant to ask about. "How's he doing, by the way?"