Rukia met Paine's eyes for a moment, inclining her head slightly. So far, these...women - girls? - were quite unlike the one she'd met at Ichigo's school. They'd been outgoing, flirty, and Rukia had felt comfortable being quiet, but these two people were just as laid back as she was.

Quite refreshing, really.

Haruhi's movement caught her attention, and Rukia watched quietly as she picked up an artificial flower. Just where did these things come from? This...Kyoya-senpai must be a remarkable man, then.

She blinked as the younger girl bowed - Rukia was sure she was a girl, from the way she picked the flower and everything - and introduced herself.

Ouran Academy? She'd never heard of that before. Resisting the urge to curtsey - it was one of the little girlish habits she had learned while she was stuck in the mortal world a few months back - she returned the bow; one always needed to have manners in whatever situation.

Sparing a slight smile, Rukia nodded at her. "My name is Kuchiki Rukia." She glanced down at the pure white hilt of her zanpaktou, Sode no Shirayuki, for a fleeting moment then looked back up at Haruhi, mildly puzzled. Why had she thought that this was a fake sword? "This is a real zanpaktou, Fujioka-san. What makes you think that this is false?"