Nails Painted Red [Verdada, Catherine]

A sketchbook on her side, she'd taken to wandering the wastes carefully and quietly for another subject to draw; just because she hated the bastards and wanted to cave their skulls in didn't mean she wouldn't want to educate herself. Today she had caught the skirmish of two individuals, driven crazy by the supposed loss of their master. They really were dumb animals, bashing heads and trying to stomp the other into nothing but gore, but one of them lit themselves aflame, seemed like something to do with the scales on their body... It was definitely noted; usually flame-wreathing hollows had either some form of reiryoku-formed chemical causing it or simply heated their bodies, but it looked to be the former case.

Her Signal was in search of more subjects to find, only to hit.. Well from what it seemed like it was an Arrancar, and a weakened hollow in a pit. Another skirmish? Might as well check, carefully though - even Arrancar weren't spared from that control, but if they were relaxed and standing still she doubted it was rabid.

Then she was beholden to.. She sure didn't expect a tired-looking chick smoking over a hole.

"Hey, you all cuckoo and fight-hungry?" She'd call out. She was prepared for whatever the answer might be, "I'll beat your ass into the sand if you are."

Huh, seemed more tired and out of it than crazy and out of it, well that just meant she didn't have to waste energy beating the tar out of her. Worked out favorably, would be irritating to fight bare handed again. Cautiously making her way to see what was in the pit, she'd stop to see the absolutely grisly sight below with hardly a flinch. Okay, scratch her earlier thought - this chick was crazy, but in a completely different way, on her own. Yep.

There was just a small wondering of how this tired woman got this big guy all tied up on himself, that was the only thing preventing her from just taking off abruptly. Though she gave a look of disinterest with her mentioning of a name; did every hollow just play pretend naming a bunch of animals some shitty generic name? Was this just a joke amongst them? Swore she'd hear a Pablo or John next.

"If that's your idea of chiropractic assistance," She'd point to the writhing hollow, her eye slightly twitching with the sensation of Pesquisa being used, "Then no thanks. Nobody touches me. Who the hell are you?"

'Verdada'? Like the word for 'right' or 'truth' in spanish? Strange choice of name, but she certainly has heard weirder names. She stepped a single pace away from this woman with a look of caution, even if that movement was unrefined, she wasn't sure how much of this presentation was true or trickery. Really did not like that smile on her features at all.

"Don't think that guy was all too bendy himself, looks like you made Challah with sticks," Her greenish eyes followed the arrancar's gaze down to her sketchbook, "Sure have a lot of nasty, never-before-seen creatures coming out of the hole. Taking some notes. I beat up the crazy ones, but don't feel like doing that today."

"Braided ceremonial bread." She calmly corrected for clarity; irritating but it'd be useless of a mental picturing if you didn't even know what it was being likened to. An expression best described as a dirty look was given to that little comment of keeping an eye on her; was she stupid or something? She should know saying what she did out loud would be weird, "Creep," would murmur under her breath with fists balled at her sides.

"Yeah. They sure are being seized." She'd respond rigidly with a slightly uncomfortable look to the side, not that she seemed over eager to explore that topic with her. She more wanted to carefully navigate whatever this was to learn a bit more about her, research always had it's risks and leaps. Just had to be careful what she told people, as always done.

Academic? Personally she wasn't too eager to be referring to herself with such a word - not that she felt she was lacking, more not wishing the implication of prestige or admirability - she was shown and taught full well to not glamorize what her hands created, what she fathomed. The only thing that would come of her would bring ruin in the end, that was the nature of an innovator.

"Jack," Giving the mutilated hollow a rather petty kick in it's direction, causing small pieces of debris to fall atop it, "Seems a bit too preoccupied being a meat pretzel. Besides, a subject that can't be reasoned with and is aware of me, is a cruddy subject. Would've been more useful if "Jack" was frolicking about tearing into the body of one of his buddies. You're an Arrancar yeah? You'll do just fine, so get chatty."

Yeah, that change in expression didn't do much to change her mind... Opening her book as if she anticipated she were about to see something of interest, indeed was she beholden to the Arrancar's ability, a pretty earth-shocking one at that. Immediately she scribbled away notes and images of what she bore witness to, some kind of vibration ability? Didn't seem the safest to use out here, she still lacked confidence in the earth's stability, not that she had any means to really make sure. It was better not to think about it most instances.

She clicked her teeth in response, raising an eyebrow as the woman got closer, "What, I hurt your feelings or something?"

A smirk grew on her features. She wasn't gonna let her get too close, especially with that nasty of an ability.