"I... I'm okay," Chizuru said slowly, partly trying to convince herself as much as anyone else, partly because she wasn't sure how good the American's Japanese was. "Really. I'm okay. Actually, I've found some kids from my school," indicating the journal, "and we're all trying to figure out where and when we're going to meet and compare notes on this place." She blinked concernedly at the journal. "Apparently, some of us have been here longer than others... but I would have noticed their being absent from class, wouldn't I? Which doesn't make sense... Oh! I'm rambling! Sorry! The point is, I've got some friends here-" well, sortof. Rukia, maybe. "-so I'm really okay, really, I am."

Then it occurred to her that she was being really rude, and maybe the American man needed to go home every bit as badly as she did, and she'd just turned down completely his offer of "putting our heads together". "Maybe you can come with? I dunno... But you're right, 'two heads are better than one'."

Even if the second head was a guy's.