[Nami backs up another step when he reaches into his pocket, hands bunching into fists. But when he pulls out some weird black thing and keeps talking, she eyes him as if he's even crazier before her curiosity starts tugging at her.
...yeah, okay. A recording.]
I don't have a crew. [Just putting that out there. Automatically.]
no subject
...yeah, okay. A recording.]
I don't have a crew. [Just putting that out there. Automatically.]