Blood in the water, and Law at least certainly fancies himself a shark. She looks between them, slow and thoughtful. Rosinante at least seems more curious than actively suspicious of her, but he seems to be a paired unit with Law, who's being much less friendly.
Perhaps she can turn things into less of a pointed interrogation of her. She raises an eyebrow at Law. "Yes, I heard," she replies to him. "The rumors swirling around can't quite agree whether you're calling the shots in your little 'alliance' and controlling that Straw-hat boy, or whether he's holding your leash."
She speaks carelessly of Luffy, as though she hadn't died to safeguard his escape along with Sanji's -- just as she would have spoken of him before the entire mess of an alliance, when he was nothing more than an interesting figure that Germa cared nothing about. Pirates were not their primary interest.
To Rosinante, she says, "No, not the Marines. If you absolutely have to keep digging this deep," her tone says outright that she's not enjoying it, "I'm with a mercenary outfit. Or I was." A little bitterness is legitimate there, and truly felt. "We can charge quite a lot for a job that calls for a Calm Belt crossing. Expenses, you know. And extra profit."
That, hopefully, should explain quite a bit of her reluctance. After all, the Marines tend to regard most mercenary groups as little better than pirates. And Germa 66 does not bill itself as mercenary. To tell a Marine to his face that she's a sellsword could be expected to invite his contempt.
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Perhaps she can turn things into less of a pointed interrogation of her. She raises an eyebrow at Law. "Yes, I heard," she replies to him. "The rumors swirling around can't quite agree whether you're calling the shots in your little 'alliance' and controlling that Straw-hat boy, or whether he's holding your leash."
She speaks carelessly of Luffy, as though she hadn't died to safeguard his escape along with Sanji's -- just as she would have spoken of him before the entire mess of an alliance, when he was nothing more than an interesting figure that Germa cared nothing about. Pirates were not their primary interest.
To Rosinante, she says, "No, not the Marines. If you absolutely have to keep digging this deep," her tone says outright that she's not enjoying it, "I'm with a mercenary outfit. Or I was." A little bitterness is legitimate there, and truly felt. "We can charge quite a lot for a job that calls for a Calm Belt crossing. Expenses, you know. And extra profit."
That, hopefully, should explain quite a bit of her reluctance. After all, the Marines tend to regard most mercenary groups as little better than pirates. And Germa 66 does not bill itself as mercenary. To tell a Marine to his face that she's a sellsword could be expected to invite his contempt.