She doesn't know what to say, what to do. The piece of jewelry looks back up at her as if expecting her to say something -- anything. I had been hoping, a very long time ago, that one day I would marry Rangiku. Marriage? Was he insane? Obviously, since this was the very last thing she or anyone else, for that matter, would expect from Ichimaru Gin.

She shuts the box and turns a glare towards him. "Is this a joke, Ichimaru?" She falls back to calling him by his last name, a habit she started back when they were in teh academy. "This isn't funny." She pouts, hurt backing her gaze. "You're not being funny."