She should possibly have felt guilty for using such underhanded tactics, but really, they were both from Rukongai where underhanded tactics were practically a requirement for survival. Part of what she knew was due to him after all.

Rangiku held his hand against her breast for a moment, clasping his fingers in her own even if he was probably too preoccupied with excrutiating pain to notice. Then she stumbled back a few steps, as though unsure on her feet, her face changing into a mask of horror and a little fear as she turned to the rest of the room. A sharp sound, nearly a scream escaped her and she looked around wildly for a nurse, her whole demeanour one of someone who had been wronged. She was no stranger to using her looks to her advantage and could act with the best of them if she needed to.

"Nurse! Nurse!"