[ Her eyes are dark with confusion, jaw tightening right up until the moment Luffy stuns her out of her reverie as his arm goes around her. In her shock, Nami's head snaps up a little faster than she'd like it to for the sake of playing it cool before she makes herself relax, wholly unwilling to endure being called out for how hard she's bristling right now. ]

I'll tell him I was testing the locks. [ Nami shrugs, but keeps the gesture minimal so as not to disturb the arm he's slung around her shoulders. It's vexing when it shouldn't be, but she still doesn't want it going anywhere – which is even more perplexing if she lets herself think about it too much. ]

They didn't pass.

[ Visions of black plates still dancing in her head, Nami stops right after they duck into the galley, letting the door swing closed behind them as she balances on one foot, her other leg bending up enough for her to fish one of her lock picks out of the top of her boot. ]

This ever happen to you before? Dreaming the same dream as someone else?

[ Lifting the pick and flashing him a small smile despite the weight of her questions, another of those dreamy recollections seeps into up back of her mind. She'd taken the same pick out after they split a sandwich behind prison bars, except thankfully Nami can't remember them ever being into custody for that to happen.

Thankfully, she only gapes at him blankly for a split second before pulling herself together and heading over to the lock, throwing herself into her work as a means of distracting herself from whatever is going on. ]