The accusation doesn't fluster her. Even in her current state -- far from her best, after everything, half-drowned and exhausted and staving off a panic attack through sheer force of will -- she is made of sterner stuff than to quail.

"Oh? I must have missed something." Her voice is cool. "When did we all sit around in a nice little circle and share our strengths and weaknesses, save for me? I was no more aware that you," with a nod to Rosinante, "were a devil fruit user than you were about me."

She knew about Trafalgar, of course; he'd used his power in front of her before. She had not returned the favor -- not that he would likely want such a favor, given her power.