Rukia felt like crawling under the table at the mention of Ichimaru Gin. She looked around, locating the head of short silver hair, and hunkered down in her seat, just a little. He was one of the few people Rukia had ever met who truly terrified her. She really didn't want to know what Rangiku was doing talking to the man.

Trying to pay attention to the conversation again, Rukia cleared her throat. "You said that people who undergo... Special Counseling," She glanced at Renji, using the term he had. "That they have to guard certain places. Such as?"