Her mouth twisted as he spoke; even knowing he was right, she had a hard time thinking of Ichimaru as a victim of anything. But the brief touch did exactly as it was supposed to; reinforced that they were together in this, no matter what may come.

"He didn't seem as though he wanted any trouble," she allowed. "But no, I still don't trust him, no matter how much he hated Aizen." Simply having an enemy in common didn't make him a good person--he'd caused enough harm all on his own.

As unwelcome as his arrival was, Yoruichi knows it had simply been a matter of time. While the Initiative hadn't brought in too many people from their world, it only stood to reason that they'd bring in an enemy eventually.

Hell, they'd brought the Devil from Castiel's world--they were hardly going to turn up their nose at Ichimaru Gin.