Grimmjow wasn't the only one who had no idea where he was, but Anya had an entirely different way of dealing with it. Being cold and wet was highly unpleasant, and with a few precisely-worded questions she discovered that a simple application of her feminine wiles (or more accurately, the tattoo between her boobs) could get her everything she needed not to be cold and wet.

It was only after she was dried off and dressed comfortably in a leather skirt and boots that she considered searching the place for allies. It still wasn't first instinct even after life had fallen out from under her back home and she'd wound up needing someone else's help. Or maybe she'd just come to expect it to be there when she looked for it.

Well, much more of a him than an it.

The locals might not have known what to make of the panther they thought they saw disappearing around corners, but she knew, and she followed. Sure enough, it was him she found at the end of the alley.

"You always get dressed so rapidly," she observed with some disappointment.