Yeah, I'd love at least one clue about what the hell is going on here. [ No really, she's winging it - the idea of getting to hustle a couple of fishmen along the way is just a happy bonus.

The corner of Nami's lips quirk in a little smirk when Hermione agrees, and she gives her a little nod. ] Nine, nineteen, thirty, seventeen, and six.

[ Nami moves to make her way towards the table and pauses, giving her companion a quick once over - that initial trepidation didn't go unnoticed, and she's not starting this without having at least some idea of what she's working with. ]

Want me to go first?