[ Not as big as a dragon… The words circle around Nami's mind a few times, as she tries to wrap her head around a world where people just know things like the standard dimensions of a dragon. Idly wondering if Hilda means to be as intriguing as she already is, Nami keeps her gaze on the horizon, smiling to herself as the other girl turns down the offer of returning to shore. ]

I'm not sure which is worse, how oiled up their muscles look, or the bird heads.

[ Relaxing again, Nami lets herself leave her post to take a seat near where Hilda's situated herself, waiting until she's settled before she meets the other woman's eye, raising her brows at her, as the smile that's been playing over her features sharpens into something more devilish. ]

So, dashing? [ How much she enjoys the use of the word is obvious, and Nami doesn't bother trying to hide it, although she should potentially not lean into flirting with the new arrival quite so easily. ]

If you're gonna be charming, then I'm gonna keep us at sea for a long time.