She doesn't seem to like that answer, judging by the way her lips press together. Getting the spirits out of this building is what she should be doing, but this feels a lot more important. She was never ordered to hurt them, and she's not going to let someone else hurt them, either.

But the strange hollow demands her name, and she stands a little straighter--to be that much more intimidating, she hopes. "Kurosaki Masaki. I'm from the Quincy clan."