It didn't matter what they thought. She knew that. And if she put a foot wrong now and again, well, it didn't change anything. She believed that. She truly did. This wasn't her world, and she had no business with these humans. Yet still, her mood had soured by the time they reached the site of the hollow attack. And it soured still further as she stared out across an empty tract of grass to the trees beyond. She checked the hollow detector:
"It's gone."
Ichigo scowled:
"Gone? How could it be gone? Are you sure that thing of yours is working properly?"
"Maybe I need to change the battery." She didn't relish the idea of another trip to Urahara's shop, but nor did she want to test Ichigo's moods still further.
"Let's get back to class before they notice we're gone," he said, shunting his hands into his pockets and turning his back on her.