Sara was glad that this new woman, Nina, was no longer just interacting with just her. Though the younger girl wasn’t sure what to make of the high energy woman with the harmonica. She couldn’t help but blush as the short uniform got even shorter. Sara barely resisted the urge to slap her hands over her eyes. It wasn’t hard for Sara to figure out the message the new, and apparently fun and sexy, woman was trying to send, but Sara wasn’t sure what to do with the message. Why were all of her fellow substitutes such high energy people? Was she supposed to be high energy? She wasn’t sure she could be high energy. Right now, all she wanted to do was to hide in a corner, but there weren’t any real corners to hide in. So, the young girl just settled, back in her body, at the back of the group, to enjoy another burrito.

She managed to actually enjoy this one, even though it had gone cold. While she ate the treat Sara thought. Hayasegawa had told her that her Zanpakutō was a person. She still had so many questions. She didn’t think it was a good time to ask them though. Still, when she was done was the burrito, she returned to her spirit form. Then she rested the sheathed blade on her knees. Then, after a thought, pulled the Zanpakutō out of the mish-mash colored sheath to rest the bare blade on back on her knees. The sheath was tucked behind her back. She lightly traced the steel with her fingertips. She wasn’t sure it looked different now that she knew it was a person, but it [i]felt[/i] different. She didn’t even know its, no, their pronouns.

Sara didn’t feel entirely comfortable speaking to the, Hayasegawa had called them a spirit, spirit out loud, but she also felt uncomfortable knowing that they were a person and not knowing anything about them. How many fights had she gone into and just wielded [s]it[/s] them without asking permission? How many times had she simply dropped them just to get use both hands for Kido? Just how rude had she been? If there was a person in the blade, and Hayasegawa had said there was a person, and she had no reason to lie about that, that meant the battles should have been a partnership, not whatever the hell Sara had been doing. At least the spirit hadn’t been so offended that they hadn’t saved her last night.

Finally, after several long minutes of just being bent over staring at her Zanpakutō with her fingers on the blade, Sara spoke softly, barely loud enough to be called speaking, [color=e4a683]“Hello. I’m Sara.”[/color] She chuckled nervously, [color=e4a683]“But I guess you knew that. Thank you for saving me last night. But maybe I should start by asking you your name. I probably should have done that a long time ago. Sorry that it took so long. So, do you have a name? Will you tell me? It’s okay if you don’t.”[/color]