Neon was relieved when Xion pressed the button on her watch. It could've gone on much longer if not. She glanced down at the tattered clothing and pursed her lips. Her spilled blood was still clinging to the fabric but her wounds were healing up, leaving fresh scars. Neon laughed, "I still don't think you're a good actor."
She waved at Arturo through the wall with a smile, lowering her reiatsu to it's usual level. She rolled her shoulders, "Wow... this guy sure is a piece of work. Has a nice bankai too." She skipped over to a closet and shut the door behind her, changing her clothes inside and popping back out with fresh, uncut clothes. "Glad you keep spares in there."