[ As someone laden with a whole host of bullshit they'd rather not be called out for, she'd never call attention to anything, just file those little details away for later. Given that they're both stuck here, there's a high chance of there being a later, after all. For now, Hilda doesn't give her much time to turn that fleeting look over in her head, as the gasp of delight she utters makes Nami's eyes widen in slight surprise instead. Maybe things work differently in Hilda's world, but Nami isn't sure nobles are supposed to get excited about meeting pirates.

Still, it shifts the smile already fixed on her face from being back at sea into something a little more warm, before she laughs at the request for more and shakes her head. ]

A lot of navigators are pirates, where I come from. My world's having what they call The Great Pirate Era. Not exactly a war, but marines and pirates chase each other all over the world's oceans, and The Grand Line. [ Realizing how much she's said, and uncertain whether she's boring Hilda or not, Nami masks her doubt in a quick drink of rum, asking– ] Not a lot of pirates where you live, I'm guessing?