Nel smiled softly and took a drink of her tea before she confessed, "I can't speak for Grimmjow, but" she shrugged, "I don't think he'll bother you much." If at all, to be honest, depending upon how closely Grimmjow associated Even with his prime quarry. "He might goad you into arguing, to see if you give him an excuse, or someone else in his group might, but if you don't rise to it they should get bored pretty quickly."

She sighed, and threw Even a look as if they were both the keepers of boisterous children who never stopped doing things they were advised against until they get hurt. "Grimmjow's quite single minded about," she hesitated before she said, "Saix," her instinct being to refer to him as 'the berserker'. "I was with him when they ran into each other, once. Grimmjow completely ignored what was going on around him," Saix hadn't, she remembered; he'd gone for her when she'd hurt one of his party, forgetting about Grimmjow, or wanting to go through him, "but I don't think either of them really wanted to kill each other. They'd rather get the other one to back down and admit defeat." Not that either of them would. "Hurting you wouldn't scratch that itch, for Grimmjow."

She smiled at Even, brightly, "Besides which, I outrank him, so if he starts trying to pick a fight with you, I'll give him a thick ear."