Sanzo had just finished putting the gun away when the door opened, and a man - definitely not Hitsugaya - stepped in. He pulled a leg up, resting a sandled foot on the bed edge. The move itself was casual, almost lazy, but he was ready to go for the gun if this new patient proved to be a problem.

The monk sized the new cell-mate up. Black hair, a green eye visible. The man was definitely older looking than Hitsugaya, bandages wrapped over an eye. A new wound, or an old one? He didn't seem bothered by it, so Sanzo was willing to bet on the latter. Surprisingly calm if he was new here, especially compared to the other prisoners.

Sanzo met his eyes. "Genjyo Sanzo. Who the hell're you?"