Quietly, Shanks follows. When he takes the seat by Uta he's careful about the distance between them, though, always still within Uta's reach.

Start with the bad stuff, and don't bother to soften the blow, or give much explanation of what he even means - that seems to be Shanks' way, sometimes - as he bluntly tells her, "You're in a sex hotel," he sighs as he moves on to, "and we're trapped here. As of now, we haven't found a way out, that I'm aware of. And even people that we thought left? You will find them as statues. So doesn't look like they left, either."

He tilts his head, and attempts to give Uta a bold smile as he adds, "On the bright side, it's a large place. Even if there's no real outdoors, they create realistic virtual ones. Much like the movie set. The food seems endless, but you do have to be careful about sticking to your own share." And, of course, everything is laced, and Shanks is a landlocked pirate, therefore actually miserable underneath everything he chooses to focus on.

And Uta? Here? Yeah...his mind is already trying to slip off that thought. Yes, she's an adult, a former pirate, at that, and should indulge as she pleases, but he does not want to know about it. Or think about it. Or worry about whom might take advantage of her. He will kill anyone that tries.