Sakura smiled back at him, and then wiped the blade on the inside of her skirt, folded the knife back up and dropped in back in her "permapocket".
"Isn't that uncomfortable?" he asked as she got up.
"Nah, I'm used to it," she replied with a cheery smile. "I have my makeup in here too," she confessed. "Rangiku gave me the idea."
He thought for a moment as he got up and dusted himself off. Then he smirked and couldn't resist asking, "Does Ran actually lose things in her pocket?"
Sakura blushed and nodded rapidly, giggling. "Oh you bet! It's amazing what she loses in there."
"Try me."
Sakura grinned and said between laughs, "A baseball, a hat and an apple all within five minutes."
Gin had to laugh at this, "Ya jokin'."
"I'd tell you to ask her yourself, but then she'd start asking questions that I don't want to answer right now," she chuckled as she grabbed his hand and led him out of the darkness and into the lighted hallway where they started out at. She tugged his hand to bring him to a stop in the middle of a light beam. "Sorry about your shirt," she said, looking at the black make-up stains on it. Remarkably, his haori was relatively clean – Yamamoto would be happy about that. "Let me fix that real quick."
"What are ya…? Oh…" Gin didn't need to finish his question as she turned around and dug around in her shirt again. She had one of those pocket sized laundry detergents in there and she found it relatively quickly. Gin knew better than to protest her actions as she quickly removed the make-up from his shirt. He just sighed, put his hands in his pockets and let her do her thing.
"Don't mind me, I swear this is not an attempt to feel you up," she said quickly as she unbuttoned a few of the middle buttons and slid her hand inside his shirt to have support for the detergent pen.
He just chuckled and smirked at her, "Ya sure 'bout that?" he teased her, and grinned as her blush deepened.
She glared up at him, a scowl on her red face.
"Kiddin'," Gin said and ruffled her hair.
She turned back to her work, "What did I tell you about the hair ruffling Ichimaru?"
"I told ya not ta go further inta th' hallway an' ya didn't listen – consider us even," he shrugged.
"Don't do that, my pen will slip and that can get annoying," she snapped. He sighed but stayed silent and motionless.
After another minute or two, Sakura pulled away, capped her pen and stuck in down her shirt. She buttoned his shirt back up and grinned up at him, "All better."
He was about to offer to help her fix her shirt when she turned on her heel and went fishing in the pocket again. He just smiled and leaned against the wall behind him as she fixed her makeup.
"There, now it doesn't look like I've been crying my eyes out," she chirped and dropped the makeup in her "permapocket".
"Ya look good," Gin agreed and stepped forward and gently knocked her hands away from the buttons. He buttoned her shirt for her, "There – now we're even."
They smiled at each other and put their left hands together again, the blood had already scabbed over. Gin pulled some gauze out of his pocket.
"An' ya ain't th' only one with surprises," he grinned and wiped her palm with a disinfectant wipe and wrapped the gauze around the cut. She took the other wipe from him, cleaned his cut and wrapped gauze around his palm. He took the items from her and set them back in his pocket. They laughed as they left the crumbling wing without a backward glance.