For all Spira was a massive world, easily bigger than any he'd visited in his former life, or in the period of time he'd spent as a Nobody, it seemed alarmingly small where Grimmjow and his cronies were concerned.

He wouldn't have thought it possible that two small groups of people could somehow meet the same other small group of people, multiple times, without prior arrangement, but here they were with two strangers and what do you know it? Grimmjow's name had come up again. He was like a stain that wouldn't come out.

These two strangers had found them through Aerith. It wasn't weird to think that, she was the best flower seller in the city, and they made no secret of their association with her. It was just curious why Grimmjow had recommended them, of all people. The world was full of mark hunters. They tended to keep to themselves as a rule, because if they talked too much, it meant other mark hunters swooped down and stole their prey and the reward they would have gotten. He couldn't blame them -- they'd do the same.

Mark Hunters did tend to have decent survival skills, though. Camping, eating what they catch, knowing which plants were good for cooking and which were better left alone unless you wanted to end up sick, or worse. But even so...

"What kind of expedition?" He asked.

Sure, they had a truce, but it didn't hurt to be wary.