[ If she notices the very brief, very slight shift in his demeanor, Nami says nothing about it, inwardly filing it away to puzzle over later, joining a few other choice points in this excursion in a tidy mental pile of things Nami isn't going to think about right now, thanks. ]

Could you tell you were in one while you were in it?

[ If he keeps answering, she'll keep asking, the hopeful part of her still believing there's a way out of this situation that's not barreling through it for the sake of winning the grand prize, and -because she's interested, some part of her privately invested in piecing together this picture of Ichigo her time with him has her forming. The flashlight flickers again, dimming briefly before brightening back up, distracting Nami and making her glare again. ]

Those things are supposed to last a long time, aren't they? [ Guess who saw a staff member use the flashlight, figured out what it did, and stole it without knowing what it was? ]