I'll risk it. [ She starts, straightening up from where she's been leaning against the building to keep herself out of the rain. ] There's booze back at the windmill I don't have to ask you for. [ A bonus of her and Buggy's criminal hunt for gold and fresh clothes.

Nami takes a few steps towards the street, more of a brisk walk than a run. She's not worried about the rain, if anything - between the shots and the fishmen - it'll probably clear her head. ] Good booze. [ She calls over her shoulder, knowing Zoro well enough to know that's likely all the invitation - and incentive - he needs to walk back with her.

Adjusting the strap of her bag on her shoulder she pushes her dampening hair out of her face, looking pensive as she stares at the street ahead of them, holding that quiet for a moment or two before– ] Hot sake? Really?