Shuyi takes a step back when he does out of some instinct for self-preservation. She may know little of him and his intentions so far, but only the powerful can appear to be so at ease with the world. And just as well. It's hard to hold back the gasp that escapes her lips when the rock breaks apart with so little effort and she rests her arms against her stomach when even the air seems to change. For a second, it feels as if she's sinking, though she forgets the sensation as soon as it lifts, which worries her even more.

Caution is writ on her face when she turns to Urahara, even if she tries to break the tension with a wry smile.

"One should never underestimate princesses." She tries to relax, stand up straighter, drop her hands to her side slowly. "So it seems with the dead too. You are still able to kill and destroy the living using her, yes?"