Rukia blinked, staring at the man with some amount of reserve. Elegant? There was no doubt in her mind that there was a certain amount of elegance which came with the discipline, of course, but Rukia also knew that the overall look and feel varied greatly depending on who was practicing and for what purpose. Hakuda could just as easily be used to kill as to disarm, although the former was something that Rukia generally tried to avoid when possible.

But she had no reason yet to be anything but gracious in accepting the praise with a slight tilt of her head — after all, perhaps this man was simply offering what was standard for his people. Cultures varied all the time.

"Oh no, there's nothing to forgive. Thank you for the compliment," Rukia smiled. "My name is Rukia."

Although she felt that her surname was probably more than distinctive enough, Rukia carefully kept her family name to herself. Just in case.