Mind Games (Catherine, Sabriel)

Furious writing moved her pen across the page despite her composed expression. It felt like she had to write it down as quickly as possible as not to forget a detail or so, as if to be capturing a fleeting dream slipping through her fingers like hourglass sand. The words coming out of the Arrancar's mouth were noted yet secondary to Catherine's own writing of practically an essay as she had to switch to a clean page twice before she seemed to find any relief in what she put down.

Her heart still beat in her chest, the lingering sensations of yearning quickly quashed by sense and self. There wasn't much enjoyment in feeling like she just woke up, but she'd roll with it - that was just how it worked.

"Catherine Reed," She'd sigh in response, "I'm not often one to introduce myself first. But, your account on your ability does add up. You sure you aren't working for anyone with something like that under your sleeve?"

Her pen stopped, gaze tearing from the page she had gotten back to writing on a moment ago with the mention of some elusive man with some grand plans, apparently. Unless she was working for him, employer definitely wasn't the right word, but her interest was piqued,

"That so?" She'd coolly ask, her interest in the subject obvious but reserved, "Quite the interesting person you came across. What sort of plan is this?"

She wondered if this was another building scenario like the accounts of over one-hundred years ago covered, if it was so the Gotei were useless just as normal. Not that she expected them to step in unless casualties hit some arbitrary apex anyhow, and even if it wasn't her problem nor concern to stop or help, she was interested in what this Arrancar knew.

"No, none." She hadn't entirely shaken it off, it'd probably be another minute or so - she had guessed she was at the cusp of it working but had successfully pushed it away, but she wouldn't let this woman know.

Now that sounded familiar to a job proposal she turned down recently. To call her soft was a mistake - she was a beast hunter, not a country crumbler, if it didn't involve the slaying of malignant or otherwise supernatural entities, it wasn't on her radar. However, she did notice this one's reluctance to give a name or specifics, it did give the impression she wanted it both ways - her question answered yet this person hidden away, but she saw how frustrated that made the Arrancar, even if she tucked it behind a smile like that.

"Well, I don't see why you'd want to help out with something like that. Sounds like a quick way to get the chodes in cloaks on your ass and your little desires winked out with a sword to the chest," A tilt of the head as she'd casually dismiss the idea, "I hate those clods too, but screwing around with people? Bad idea. Shinigami like their aimless cattle untouched and living as long as convenient. You sure you'd want to risk getting a bullseye on your back?"

Quite the wishy-washy way to determine one's alignment, but she definitely knew the tune of bailing if things got too hot. Sometimes your boss or coworker did something that got so much smoke up their ass it was only better to abandon ship before you got burned, it was a well practiced thing in her history and it kept her out of any long term problems. Though that little drive to appeal to as much desire as possible just sounded like some form of Arrancar hangup - that was definitely noted as she marred yet another two clean pages full of notes and rough sketches.

"Alright alright, I got you, I definitely get your routine," She'd say with a stretch, "Though, I do feel like it'd be a waste of your potential if you got caught. So definitely be cautious - those dunderheads are motivated by any interruptions to their little 'system' and are willing to cross out any and all interferences."

Grinning and leaning back in her seat, she was attentive to the arrancar's question, "Oooh, you could say that. They're a loathsome bunch of slobs butting their heads into shit they shouldn't be involved in and I think their so called dedication to their 'job' is a load of crock. Balance shmalance when you suck at it so much. I've seen those rats run peeing and crying from half the hollows I crush. Useless."

Her arm hung over the back of the chair, her gaze was off elsewhere, "..Bunch of no-good cowards lording over me."

"Can't say they're completely useless. Even I can't deny they did good work clearing the way for me to conduct a little research trip." With a sly grin, her crossed legs would shuffle, switching which was atop the other as her boots clicked on the ground beneath, "My boss wouldn't be happy with me going off the radar for a sec, but he can shut his lousy rotting trap. Was considering hiring some folks for backup - I do like working alone, but that hole's uncharted territory, only a moron would go down there on their own with probably hundreds of titans down there."

Arms crossed, she'd look at the other party with an annoyed expression, "I did the measurements, off of the hole itself and the reported size of the big fella that collapsed in on himself. Whatever's down below is way bigger than I thought... But hey, if you survive your little trip you could come along; if your power works on randoms on the streets, it'd be a real help in probably a land chock full of stupid animals."

A business card was produced between two fingers, placing it in front of the Arrancar, "Don't, mind the name. It's just a pseudonym, but it is my contact info."

A white card with a rather nice font was visible, bold letters printing out ULBERG ARMS & INNOVATION - ADRIAN ANDERSSON alongside her contact information neatly printed at the bottom in a smaller print.