Renji's attention snaps to Issui when he feels her hand settle on his shoulder. Alright, fine. It's not like he can do anything about his anger. And anyway, all it would probably do is fuel Sullivan more. He does everything he can to not huff or slump his shoulders much.

Sullivan pauses in his prodding to give them a slightly more serious looking over. "Just how good, exactly?"

"Issui got the dummy in the dick," Renji offers, maybe a little too enthusiastically. Sullivan stares blankly at him for a couple seconds before breaking out in a very loud guffaw.