Okita would have protested the 'good for conversation' approach, but he had a feeling Brook was the sort of person to see good in anyone. He was a cheerful sort of fellow and arguing with him over whether the nurses were actually good for meaningful conversation beyond "wake up," "take your medicine," or "stop falling down the stairs" wasn't the sort of discussion Okita felt inclined to have. It was simply interesting to see that some would be in defense of those who became monsters and tried to kill them at night.

"A pirate...?" he asked, confused enough by the question that he had to stop and think for a moment. For his part, he had been here long enough to know most of those who had come and gone from the halls, but he hadn't personally had any dealings with anyone who had called themselves a pirate. A space and time traveler, yes. Demi-gods? Yes. Detectives, most certainly. But pirates....?

"Ah." His mind ran back to the early days when a certain teenager, bright like the sun used to run about with his crew. Okita didn't remember them much, but he did recall them being in the Insitute. "Yes, I believe I've heard of someone like that, but it was back when I first arrived." And a few times after that, scattered here and there. "Were they friends of yours?"