[She's faintly nodding all through the kind of bonkers part, but the moment Sam mentions rubber she stiffens. That's not right. That's--]

You're mistaken. [It's flat, but it's quiet, and she glances away for a moment before her jaw tightens, and she adds more carelessly:] We're not crew. The idiot just can't get that through his rubber skull, okay? We were partners. That's all.

[I don't celebrate birthdays. But this is a tight, hurtful thing to think about, that and Luffy and (staff? Her hand drops down to her thigh where her holster is. Two pieces, but why does that matter?) and this whole ugly whatever it is. Sam's sympathetic frowning just makes her dig her heels in more. It's hard to look at. She doesn't need it.]

I'm sorry I don't remember you. But if you could just direct me to how to leave here, I'll be on my way.