Usopp wasn't so sure of all that, even though it was partially the same reasoning he'd used to justify their run into the bathroom of deathslugs before. Maybe at least his nakama would meet with someone neat like Sai on their way in--er, or rather, maybe they would get to know someone totally unbrainwashed, but interesting. The more friends all of them had here, the better.

And the more weapons, in his case. Zoro needed real swords, Luffy didn't need much of anything (although heavy objects of any shape couldn't hurt), Nami already had a staff and there was no making a ClimaTact in here, and Sanji just needed shoes if anything. Maybe if I find something to reinforce the thin sandals...?

He turned back into the room, closing the door behind him this time and turning on his flashlight. The expression on Sai's face concerning the kitchen disturbed him, a little, but it was understandable, even if he couldn't pin down the emotion leaking out. Concern, anger, distress? All of them would fit for a guy who'd spent the previous evening in that kitchen, forced to fight to 'defend' its secrets.

"So! Let's get to work! I've been keeping the soldering iron under the bed instead of in the closet just in case, wrapped in a t-shirt," he explained, crawling under to reach it.