Misha wasn't stupid. That request sent alarm bells ringing through her head with little to calm them. Aizen randomly calling her out (to somewhere public, granted) had to mean something. There just wasn't much she could figure it would be aside from her usual flights of paranoia. Of course, that meant she wasn't going to go alone: Thelma was with her and seemed fairly calm. Was she acting like that to try and calm Misha down, too? Hard to say. Misha still didn't really know her partner all that well, though she did trust her in a fight and could speak with her easily enough. All of that was barely scratching the surface, and Misha sometimes had thoughts to whether it would ever be any deeper than that.

Regardless, when Misha and Thelma arrived, it was by air. (Ever since Thelma had digivolved, it was Misha's most preferred method of travel, especially for distances that were more than the usual jaunt down the street. She had missed it, and still did... It wasn't the same as flying under her own power.) She slid off Thelma's outstretched wing, ignoring the glow behind her as Thelma returned to her smaller, easier to maintain form.

"You rang?" she asked, noting Aizen's disposition as best she could. Seeing that sword, that particular sheath, at the shinigami's hip gave her a moment of mental blankout. No way. What was this all about?