There was such a large amount of the "are you safe?"-stuff that most of the useful stuff seemed to be literally buried beneath it. Either way, it looked like she had missed out on quite some trouble tonight.

Suddenly, some punk that stood next to her spoke up. Kuukaku turned her head into the direction of the voice.

"I'm lookin' for one of my men," she answered, pointing to her own message. "Speak up, did you see some punk named Ganju?"