Apache looked at the impending altercation with a small amount of apprehension. She had no problem with participating in a fight, but the location was bad and she'd heard about this Berser--

When he got close enough, she stopped thinking. Instead, she stared past Grimmjow at him, eyes a bit wide. She recognised him, but not from battle, like the others did.

"You--" she said, not giving Grimmjow a chance to respond to the berserker's attempt at composed diplomacy.