"...I wasn't. I've only been here for two months." She looked at Ichigo, her brow furrowed in puzzlement. The last she'd seen of him was in front of his father's clinic, feeling the final traces of his spiritual energy disappear. After that, she'd sometimes catch a glimpse of him while on assignment, but he wasn't able to see her, or hear her. He couldn't even feel her presence. It had been hard, but it was for the best. He deserved a normal life, and the dead should have no claims on the living.

Either way, she didn't like the look on his face. She hadn't meant to make him feel guilty. "Hmph, don't apologize. There are plenty of activities we can do as a team. It was just one suggestion of many."