[ Watching Zoro react makes Nami wince. She feels as shitty as he looks, and as of right now, she's got no solutions for any of this - just a lot of questions and dread. At least they have their things, even if they're not in any condition to try and fight their way out of the situation. It's not like she'd have any idea where to go if they could. She groans when Zoro finally pulls himself together enough to settle, shifting so that they are shoulder to shoulder, doing what she can to make sure that one, or both of them, can see the rest of the wagon around them. ]

Not Buggy or Marines. [ Nami tilts her head towards a few conscious farmers huddled against the sides of the cage wagon and the stained sacks of grain at their feet. Crossing her arms over her chest with a frown, her gaze returns to Zoro, and when she speaks again, she lowers her voice considerably, not wanting to talk about these strangers so they can hear her. ] These people don't look like pirates, they're farmers or something, but I can't think of what island this is or how we got here. [ Or where the rest of the crew is. She doesn't want to say it and make herself feel worse. Clearly, he's assumed she hasn't got a clue, or she would have told him otherwise. ]