Grimmjow tugged at some webbing over his face, clearing both eyes so he could squint at Ichigo. Was that... yeah. That was Ichigo. "What the fuck did you do, getting us dumped here?" he demanded, as if it were all Ichigo's fault, and stormed over. "And where the fuck did my mask go? And my hole!" His tattoo was still intact, but that and the hair were about it.