Hanatarou recognized the change of subject for what it was and seized upon it eagerly. Anything to help him not think about the night before or what had just happened was welcome, even if he kind of felt like finding a nice dark corner in which to hide. At least the stranger seemed to be oddly nice about the whole thing, which was something to be thankful for.

"Oh, um. I...I'm a shinigami. A-and a healer. But here I don't have my zanpakutou and some of the stuff I could do before, it - well, some of it doesn't work. And the rest doesn't work as well as it should, and it's. Um." Hanatarou hesitated a moment, deciding it probably wasn't worth getting into a detailed explanation of just what using reiatsu did to him now, and settled for just, "It kinda hurts me to heal people now."

And there he paused again, cheeks flushing pink as he realized that he'd completely forgotten his manners because of that little...incident. "O-oh, I'm sorry, I'm Yamada Hanatarou. Nice to meet you."