Rukia looked at Bridget over Allen's head, eyebrows drawn together in concern. Something awful must have happened to get Allen to act like this. Even when he'd first arrived, and been convinced that all the shinigami were deadly 'Akuma', he hadn't been this upset.

She nodded when Bridget answered her question, though. "Well, he's a good friend to have," she said firmly. Pushing her tray aside for a moment, Rukia took out her notebook and a pen. Flipping to an empty page, she began drawing. "So, Bridget, what did you do last night?"