[ The hair is hard to miss - unless a person has hair of a similar shade and is used to the constant presence of bright orange. Even so, Nami sticks out, notebook tucked under her arm and a flashlight lifted from a maintenance cart she encountered on one of her trips snooping through the resort hanging from a belt loop on her shorts.
Notably, he is also taller than she expected, and, considering she doesn't actually know what kind of danger is lurking down in the maintenance tunnels, she's glad he seems like the sort she can put between herself and peril. She's not as formidable without her staff, and even if she had it - Nami's the type who would rather not.
Eyes darting to his tattoo when he waves she returns the gesture, nodding as she tries to recall if she's run into someone with such a dark tattoo so far. Interesting. ]
And you're Ichigo. [ She steps to the side, cocking her head at the door she's been standing in front of. ] Ready?
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Notably, he is also taller than she expected, and, considering she doesn't actually know what kind of danger is lurking down in the maintenance tunnels, she's glad he seems like the sort she can put between herself and peril. She's not as formidable without her staff, and even if she had it - Nami's the type who would rather not.
Eyes darting to his tattoo when he waves she returns the gesture, nodding as she tries to recall if she's run into someone with such a dark tattoo so far. Interesting. ]
And you're Ichigo. [ She steps to the side, cocking her head at the door she's been standing in front of. ] Ready?