[ Another sip of wine and Nami relaxes enough to let her hand reach out across the table until she's close enough to brush her fingers against his wrist, not taking her eyes off him as she makes a slight show of humming thoughtfully in the wake of being granted another guess. ]

Something heroic, that's obvious. [ Her thumb grazes over his skin one more time before Nami moves to pull away. He's obviously sweet, and clearly upstanding, but ]

Maybe you're the captain of a rebellion somewhere, or, part of a wandering band of heroes.

[ Whether she hits or misses the mark or not, Nami's at ease, enjoying the guessing as much as she'll enjoy whatever the answer ends up being. ]