Rukia sat motionless in the passenger seat of the Impala, struggling to maintain her focus as the old man swatted and cursed at his faulty equipment. She was a middle aged woman, although she appeared slightly younger due to the genetic alterations that she's gone through. A master-crafted katana was propped against her shoulder. Her slender frame was wrapped in a series of over sized and baggy garments with all manner of vulgar patches. Her custom made sneakers were casually kicked up on the dashboard in front of her. Tatsuya usually chewed her out about that sort of thing but he seemed too preoccupied to care at the moment. Rukia couldn't help but wince with every strike Tatsuya dealt to the malfunctioning heater. The old man usually didn't distract Rukia when she was meditating but today he was in rare form. Probably because of the new recruits. Setsuna, the recruit that Rukia was responsible for, sat quietly in the back seat along with Issoji. The kid just barely squeaked by her combat readiness exam and figured she could work the beat. She'd probably be better off in data management or intelligence but hey, she'll figure that out soon enough. 
	The ronin continued to attempt her pre-work meditation, reciting her mantra in her mind. [i]Still as the ocean, Strong as the mountain, The fury of fire[/i].She'd repeat this and focus on her breathing until her train of thought was derailed once again by Tatsuya. The music he was blasting was old and lacked any of the drum and bass that Rukia typically liked. In fact some of the most heated arguments that her and Tatsuya would have were about music and who had the better taste. Her eyelids snapped open finally, revealing two honey colored eyes. She glanced to the left at Tatsuya with a look that could've killed. Rukia wasn't sure if she was just annoyed with the old man or if she was fiending for a smoke, which Tatsuya forbid in the car. Either way it was becoming increasingly difficult to focus on the task at hand. [i]'I knew I should've just driven to the job by myself'[/i], she thought.
	"Hey old man", she spoke up finally, "We're on the clock right now. We can reminisce over drinks after we get the job done". Rukia wasn't known for her tact or mincing words. She was always very direct in both her speech and actions. Idle chit chat definitely wasn't something that she partook in when it was time to work. "If you wanna talk, why don't you brief the kids on The Skullfire Gang". 
	With that she turned in her seat to face Setsuna, who was nervously fiddling with her fingers. "Check your weapons, kiddo", she said, "Odds are you're gonna go through at least one clip if this shit goes sideways". As she turned around, she could just barely make out a look of fear and confusion on the young woman's face. A mischievous grin tugged at the side of Rukia's face as she attempted to resume her meditation.