It means the ones I know are pretty rude, anyway. There's a guy here who made up one about my ass, even. [ Hearing Weiss refer to her situation as sad pulls a wry smirk to her lips. She's never thought so, but it's clear music plays a bigger role in Weiss' life than it does Nami's, but rather than finding it insulting, it's intriguing.

Using the tips of her fingers to smudge the ink to help her shade the aurora borealis slowly taking shape as it follows the curves of her body diagonally downward, cascading like it would in the night sky, Nami listens intently as Weiss indulges her curiosity, quietly enjoying getting to know her new friend, though doubtless she'd never be able to express a thing like that out loud. ]

So what's a Huntress? Who's Grimm?

[ Or is Grimm a what? Too late now.

Just as she's switching brushes and colors, Weiss leaves her grinning as the thought of having her on the crew leaves her deeply amused. ]

All good pirate crews have a musician, and something tells me you might make a pretty good pirate. [ Weiss wouldn't be the first classy, somewhat reserved type to take to the sea, and the mental image is charming, to boot. ]

Maybe someday you can sing for me.