[ Nami laughs quietly at the ready welcome Ragna comes at her with, and shrugs a shoulder. ]

I've met a lot of assholes.

[ And though she knows she shouldn't, certain that she can keep sidestepping saying anything that might tip the tight, protective hold she keeps on her cards, Nami finds herself reaching out to nudge his thigh, eyeing him almost expectantly. ]

So? Your turn. What about me? [ And then, the worst thing she could possibly say if she intended to remain a mystery– ] Or do you need to learn more before you decide? [ It's the kind of carte blanche she doesn't normally hand out, but the even, dry tone of her voice doesn't betray that, or the anxiety that flares in the wake of that offer. ]