[Rukia is staring at the wall thoughtfully, Durandal cradled in both of her hands. Should she hang it up here, or at home? It seems more appropriate to have it here, but as she spends more time in Aqures Ixen than Esdham...]

[Her debate is put on hold as she turns at the sound of the knock, surprised.]

It's open.

[She puts the sword down on her empty desk, brushing her palms against her hips before walking toward the door. The matter of the president's condition still weighs heavily upon her mind as well, as did her strict instructions to keep the matter confidential. The only person who truly needs to know is Jade, as he has some experience with treating unusual illnesses. That means she hasn't really been able to justify informing anyone else.]

[When she sees Sephiroth, the trouble clouding her thoughts dispels and she smiles.]

We meet again. I wasn't aware we were assigned our own room and office upon being promoted to Colonel, so I was ill prepared to add much in the way of decoration.

[To say the least. Other than the sword on the desk, there's absolutely nothing there in the way of personal effects.]

What brings you here?