Wasn't around to hear it, first-hand, but– [ Well, since they're both stuck here and casino being what it is, it's not a lie to say– ] I showed him who's boss a couple of times, after I found out. At least he called my ass spectacular.

[ When dealing with pirates, it's probably better than a gal can hope for, even. As engrossed in the business of using a few different colors of ink to get the shades she's picturing down right on Weiss' skin, Nami still listens attentively, her eyebrows raising in slight surprise after hearing that Weiss, despite how elegant Nami sees her as, is a fighter back home. ]

What do you use to fight with? Back home, I've got a staff.

[ Nami climbs off the bed and steps back far enough to get a look at her handiwork from a different perspective, nodding gently in satisfaction before she returns to her spot on the bed. After getting some shimmery sliver ink on the bristles of a very slender, delicate-looking brush, Nami leans over Weiss again, painting delicate lines across her shoulders, giving the sky she's painted some stars. ]

It's a plan, then. Hell, you'd get in pretty good with a lot of pirates, just with the piano playing. Every good crew has a musician.