Could be. [ She doesn't know any guys that are normal, and hasn't yet assessed the full scope of his particular brand of crazy. ] A flock of them. They ran at me, and they sounded like guns going off.

[ Stopping when he does, Nami frowns at the puddle, stashing her notebook back into the back strapped across her front while she sizes up the situation. Nami looks from him to the pipes, adjusting her bag before reaching for one of the long heavier looking pipes testing its solidity before she pulls herself up, keeping her feet light on another pipe running beneath them and climbing across. ]

Come on. It'll hold you too.