Jin stared at Aizen for a moment, contemplating whether he really should converse with the traitor.  Finally sensing that it'd be more troublesome to not converse, Jin crossed him arms and grudgingly conversed.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#008000">"No, I am not a vice-captain.  The role is too...troublesome for me at the moment.  And anything else, I do not deserve it anyways."</span><br/><br/>Daisuke, who had been using the shirt he'd bandaged himself with to now wipe off the vomit, didn't spare the same tack that Jin offered.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#804000">"Oy, prick.  What the hell's going on here?"</span><br/><br/>---------------<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff6600">"Oh, it's you,"</span>Gin mused,<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff6600">"I have no need for your assistance.  And quit eyeing her sword.  I'm detailing an analysis of it for study later on.  It'll be interesting...afterwards."</span>