[ What a question. Unfortunately, there's no good way to answer it, but Nami doesn't mince words. If their positions were reversed, she'd want useful information, and considering the circumstances, for once, she doesn't mind helping out without asking for something in return. ]

They called it a mixer, but really it was a lot of getting shoved into rooms, pods you got locked in and couldn't leave until somebody came, this game called jenga but there were horny things written on the tiles, weird food. [ Nami pauses for a beat, looking over her shoulder at him. ] The at these things is almost always going to do something to you. Not everywhere, but, when the resort throws a party it's not messing around.

[ It's a lot, she knows, but one wouldn't think it from the way she shrugs and looks back ahead, steering them around a slight bend in the river. ]

Some people play the game. The rumor is the grand prize is a wish, but some people think it's all bullshit. I've heard some theories. [ She leaves her stance out of this for now, deciding this is more about preparing him for the situation he's been thrust into. ]