The reason she picked a cemetery as a meeting place isn't to lend some morbid aura to the power demonstration that she's preparing for him. It's the greenest and most open area she can find, without understanding that she is stepping on corpses. Her people don't bury their dead and the Rauthas elevate them in statues.

Shuyi sits with legs crossed among the gravestones, face lighting up the moment she sees him and gesturing for him to take a seat in front of her. She has her white Audentes uniform on, sleeves pushed up her arms, and black boots scuffed with reddish dust from her adventures in the Badlands.

"That is the name I was given and I willingly receive," as for the other name she was handed, that is a story for another day. "You are Urahara?"