She seemed to be considering his offer, resting a thumb against her lip as she stared out the cracks of the boarded window. "...Perhaps. But I'm not certain I feel entirely comfortable at the thought of you handling a shift entirely on your own."

Sighing, she unhooked her communicator and set it on the nightstand. If a fellow Ghostbuster called in need of aid, the noise would wake her and she could be out the door in a heartbeat.

"Not that I think of you as less than capable. But the consequences are severe." Her look was hard, all previous traces of joviality vanishing. "Surely you must have noticed that some of the faces of the dead were disturbingly familiar." Rukia folded her arms and closed her eyes. "Were you to die and rise as one of them, I may hesitate."