Szayel shook his head, "Hollows can rip off their masks to become Arrancar...its a painful process but it can happen. I'm only aware of two cases, not counting this one."
"Oh? A self made then? Don't see those very often.." He mused. "I'm making your favorite, by the way..." He motioned to the chicken he was seasoning, smiling faintly
"Calm down!" "Where am I!?" "You're in Los Noches, calm down." "Cool your tits before I deck you in the face!" Szayel and Grimmjow were yelling at the newly awoken Arrancar, her indigo eyes glowing with confusion and rage
"Otou-sama, what's going on?" Nieve burst through the doors, ready to fight whoever had invaded, but when she saw it was only the girl, she lowered her guard.
The young woman looked to Nieve and rushed at her, grabbing her by her throat tight, "Let me go or she dies!!" "You aren't even restrained!" Grimmjow snarled, "We're helping you." Szayel told her
"Just calm down." Szayel said calmly. The woman released Nieve and looked to them, "Who are you?" "Sexta Espada, Grimmjow Jaegerjaquez." "Octava Espada, Szayel Apporo Granz. That is my daughter, Nieve Granz."