Yeah, I know. [ It would be a lie to say this casino hadn't backed her into a similar corner on more than one occasion. That he wants it to be her helping him out fills her with a strange relief. He's crew, and it's a line they shouldn't be crossing back home, much less as pragmatically as the two of them approach it here, but Sanji wants her protection, and after months of feeling unmoored and alone without any of her band of morons, it's wildly gratifying.

Once she drains the last of the cocktail away, and Sanji's filled his own glass with little more than ice and spirits, Nami tops herself off with the same. Fancy cocktails are fine and all, but if she's supposed to talk about the long, strange time she's had for the better part of a year, anything with a mixer might not cut it. His question gets a quiet, exhale of a laugh out of her ]

Alright, but you have to tell me everything that's happened to you since you woke up here after. [ It's a good way of feeling out not only what he knows, but which of the casino's awkward traps Sanji has fallen into already.

After one more drink, she sighs, picking over her words even as she begins to speak. ]

All I have is free time, you know? I started drawing here, since it's not like there's a lot to make maps of, other than the casino itself, which, I'll give you a copy of. [ It's far from complete, but it's at least got a fair number of dangerous, or otherwise horny places clearly marked, which she hopes will help keep him out of trouble, a thought that makes her lift her hand to rest atop the one he's placed on her shoulder. ] I go to the casino a lot, and– [ Nami frowns. ] This can't seriously be interesting to you after everything that's happened.