Grimmjow frowns, stepping out of the strings and following Ichigo. His clothes beneath the strings was something more akin to a karate training outfit than the inverted shihakusho that he'd worn as an Espada, both his scars from his last battle with Ichigo and Nnoitra were visible, his estigma still under his eyes, but no hole and no mask. It was, to say the least, weird as hell.

"Yeah, well, when we find out I'm kickin' its ass," he huffed in irritation, folding his arms over his chest and glancing over his shoulder at the Cubone. "I'm fuckin' human," he said it quietly, like he was worried someone would overhear.