[Alcohol was not a toy. It was a tricky vixen that could turn against you in the instant that you took it for granted. It was also a taste that had to be acquired with patience, lest you gain a better taste for its rebellion.

Kidd pities Rukia in this moment, but she doesn't look down on the girl for it. It's a rite of passage to go too far and lose your sick outside a pub. Even with those watching, there were few who hadn't experienced it themselves.]

Just take it easy. Remember to breathe. We'll get you cleaned up. You didn't dirty anyone's boots so there's nothing to be worried about. And you're still standing and conscious so don't think of this as a loss.