"You know, I still don't know what to do with Rufus," Misha was saying as she entered the cafeteria. It wasn't the best place to grab grub, but at this rate she was more than willing to suffer the indignity until she could pick up a job or two and start saving up for something better. Apparently all of her funds had wandered off to the recycling bin when she had left Terminal Tokyo and left her back to he standard 1000 bit.

It was a regular barrel of laughs, really.

The Bearmon with her scratched at its chin, a clearly-learned behavior of watching her partner. "What do you mean, what to do with her?"

"She's cool," Misha said with a conceding nod of her head, "I'm just not sure how it's supposed to work having two partners. That and... well, Aizen..." She grimaced. Thelma merely nodded in understanding; it had been a great deal of paranoia when Aizen Sousuke had arrived, worrying Misha about potential illusions and falsehoods to be drawn into. His lack of presence at the moment didn't mean he wasn't there somewhere.

As a change of subject, Thelma turned and pointed toward the Dorumon and her partner. "Oh—hey, burgers today!"

Misha just grinned. "Sure, let's grab burgers. We'll get Rufus salad for missing out and taking a nap all day."