[In truth, she did miss the screams, the crimson she splattered, and just...letting loose. She wasn't ashamed of being caught. She just wished she hadn't been. Her punishment was dull and not the best way to prevent something like that from happening again. Inventory for reaper weapons and retaking classes was a slap on the wrist.

With her current crew, it wouldn't be difficult to get any parts needed (if Conchita didn't eat them first), but Grell knows what they would be used for in the end, and manipulating death like that...

Perhaps she could turn a blind eye, so long as they aren't used against her.

It's definitely something to ponder over.

Grell shrugs during her short silence, picking up a jar full of eyes.]

There isn't much motivation, to be honest.