Chizuru snapped her journal shut and nearly dropped it in her panic when the platinum-haired man greeted her. Only a split-second later, she realized how stupid that must have looked to anyone paying attention, INCLUDING the man (who would probably kill her if he knew how metrosexual she thought he looked, it was always the weird ones) and his dark-haired companion-- the one whose gaze had spooked her so.

It hadn't helped too much, actually. Ichigo hadn't known anything about how to get home, and had implied that Kuchiki Rukia (who was also here?) didn't know how to go home, either. Still, at least she knew they were here, it wasn't just her.

She bit back a snarl of, "I don't do MEN", and forced herself to replace it with a friendly smile and a reply of, "Hi?" She didn't let the man, gay as he looked, get too close, and remained on the lookout for ladies...