Tap. Tap. Tap.
The sound of footsteps quietly came into earshot, echoing through the place as a man made his entrance. He was...so very unremarkable, truth be told. His hair was a plain white, his face was unremarkable in all ways. He did not smile, he did not frown. His clothing was unadorned, he wore no jewelry, and in all, he was not someone that would ever stick out in a crowd. Such was what made it all the more remarkable, then, that in this moment it seemed as though he was the most dangerous man in this room.
Though Julian smiled to Minerva, it was almost more of a courtesy than anything else. She was a useful member of the Coalition, but he suspected she felt far more toward him than merely the respect a fellow citizen had toward another. If he was correct, that was something to be dealt with in time, but for now he would let her work with them in this task. It was, after all, far greater than any of them individually.
Crouching down a bit to inspect the shinigami, he did nothing that one might expect of a hate-filled rebel. This man was, despite his terrible incompetence, still a person. If the Coalition treated the shinigami as subhumans, then they would only be acting in much the same way as the Gotei did. That was a thought that Julian simply could not abide, and so he instead stood, straightened his coat a touch, and turned his attention back toward his most skilled intelligencer.
“Splendidly done, little sparrow. I trust you've gotten all the information there is to be gained from him?”