"Yeah, and you're a Grimm, sorry, can't talk unless I want a tanned hide, and not tanned cause of a belt or a stick, more like fire or something of the sort. So... bye or something." He saluted sarcastically and turned back to keep walking.
"But they wouldnt just come back to Citadel. Not with such a heavy Grimm presence." K.C. rested his hand on his pocket where his blade was.