"Hey, I’m not gonna hurt ya, kid." Renji said, holding his hands up in an non-threatening manner. He blinked a moment later, realizing. "How can you see me anyway?"
"Like hell if you could hurt me,” she growls before muttering under her breath, “dick.”
At his question, the teen’s expression seems to change entirely—going from relaxed and annoyed to rigid and guarded. She tries to come up with some kind of excuse, but doesn’t have any. Instead, she decides to stiffly laugh it off.
"Think I’d miss a huge guy like you with bright red hair? Ha. Ha. I’m not blind."
Renji’s eyebrow twitched in annoyance at the rude female but shrugged off her comments.
"That isn’t what I meant." He replied, crossing his arms. "What I meant was how can you see spirits? I am a shinigami and you are a human if I’m not mistaken so how is you can see me, kid?"