"Yes, you better behave," Nami said to Sanji, altogether too aware of his arm creeping around her shoulder. It was necessary to hold him up, though it was easier once she had accepted Usopp's pole.

"Thanks, Usopp," she said, looking the sniper up and down. His dress had changed considerably, but not very obviously so. The makeshift bandana hadn't suited him as much as this one did, and the goggles were terrifically Usopp. "But wouldn't it not matter, since we're all dressed in the clothes from the trip outside? If you like wearing that better.."

She shrugged. Usopp could suit himself, and she really wasn't interested in wasting more time. Even if the mystery of how his clothes had appeared in his closet was one that needed answers desperately, there were things that needed to be done.

"I'm going to the lower floor," she asserted. "Sanji-kun, are you going to be all right to walk? We could send you and someone on a trip to the bathrooms for metal for - whatever this weapon program is that they're talking about, if you're not up to going downstairs. If you feel like you're going to get your bearings back, then come with us."

Oh, why, why, why wasn't Chopper here?!