She nodded and continued to flip through the channels, stopping when she spotted Grimmjow. "Ah! It's Grimmjow!" She smiled softly. "Still training." She muttered amusedly.
"How come?" She asked, not seeming to mind that his hands were on her hips. She didn't squirm, didn't shy away, or even look away, she just stared at him.
She blinked and twisted around in his lap, watching Grimmjow train vigorously on the screen. "Oh..." She turned to face him again. "And what do you want to be?"