Gone with the wind [Division 4, open]

Amon's mind was riddled with questions upon questions, most of them ignorant and stupid but regardless they stayed there. The Big Wig was walking out giving her goodbyes and that shebang, leaving only Amon and Hanako who collapsed in the chair behind her desk. He stayed leaning against a wall with his arms crossed, his gaze met Hanako's and she asked the question, "Can I count on you?" He perked up a little wondering if the question would lead to another or if it were just a simple one.

"Yeah, you can. I'm here for the long haul ain't I? Momma didn't raise no bitch." Amon's question was rhetorical if anything, not meant to really be answered. His loyalty was… Wherever he felt it needed to be, nothing really bad or good, he normally used his observations and his gut. Nevermind his vulgar talk or twisted mind.

Then the next question came, how he felt about the situation as a whole. Amon closed the door and locked it, he shoved his hands in his pockets and inhaled through his nostrils, thinking of the right things to say. Amon started, "On a workplace level it's messed up, whether it should or should not have happened, I've not the biggest clue… But on a personal level, Hanako? I… I didn't know the guy. I didn't know his qualities or what kind of a man he really was, just I heard a few positive things from spare people. What I think should happen after this point is up to us, we have jobs to do, and those are to kill Hollows and similar forces that threaten all aspects of life and Soul Society; and to be badass sons'a bitches while we do it."

Amon smirked at that last part. It wouldn't be Amon enough if he didn't add a comment like that, however his smirk quickly died and he said to Hanako, "If you need to let anything out, now's the time to do it. You wanna work it off, have a drink?"