There's a strange and inexplicable desire on Rukia's part to make light of Sam's reaction, the unease clear in his eyes that almost feels ridiculous for a moment, with him towering far above Rukia herself. She knows, of course, that height is very little indication of anything between them. If anything, her abilities are likely to give her an edge.

Or so she'd assume, if not for the fact that his very soul also feels different somehow.

"I'm a reaper," she confirms, pulling her stance together and more sure. "And you sound like you have experience with the word."