[ The shot helps, though she doesn't look at Zoro after taking it, keeping her gaze level on the roulette table instead, wincing when he puts his money on the wrong number - an expression that gets all the more withering after his bet's wasted and now the whale's looking his way.

When Zoro turns to face her again Nami finally meets his eye, brows raised skeptically at the question. ] How the hell am I supposed to know what's precious to you? Just - say something you care about being able to remember. Swords? Or...something. [ It's not like she has a wide reservoir of those to draw on, nor is she sure that that's exactly what the whale is looking for, but he'd seemed satisfied enough with her answer, so all Zoro has to do is give him the same. ]