It seemed careless now that this bloke had the sensible attitude to talk about being a pirate with the whimsy flair that he did. Quite a troublesome and bold statement if she had to say so herself, and not one easily digested. Kids of today...
Being a pirate wasn't so bad, though. It certainly was a lot more appealing than being the resident stranger, slash dubious doctor that this one claimed to be. But to go about mentioning the infamous Strawhat name? No, that just might have gotten several eyes to turn and glaze over the duo in an attempt to hush them from angering potential forces that were scurrying the place in expectance of people like these.
Unfortunately, this had already gotten to such a state when amber eyes fell on the marine bloke who had previously gotten a beating from the whimsy pirate. Seemed he had brought a friend, and a hulking monstrosity at that! For now, however, she'd let her ignorance play the part. Capable company around and all that.
“Hmm,” Another finger went for her chin, food for thought certainly. And not a question easily answered. “Names are pretty, but useless. The people here call me Jezebel, I suppose it will do.” Glancing back at the man beside her, she tinkered with the story she told a thousand times with each telling a different spin; better left ignorant than to get some semblance of truth. And after much debating, the woman finally answered; “Not as fascinating as a pirate's telling I'm afraid, but...” Though maybe this young one wasn't so much concerned with that. “... I'm something of a visitor, who's taken up shop at the edge of town to torment the sick.” She said with a straight face...
Shooting her acquaintance an expectant- but not really look, the woman promptly jabbed a finger at the oncoming storm of muscular tactlessness. “Friends of yours?” She dully asked, not as fazed as most surrounding civilians were. Which was to say not at all.
Being a pirate wasn't so bad, though. It certainly was a lot more appealing than being the resident stranger, slash dubious doctor that this one claimed to be. But to go about mentioning the infamous Strawhat name? No, that just might have gotten several eyes to turn and glaze over the duo in an attempt to hush them from angering potential forces that were scurrying the place in expectance of people like these.
Unfortunately, this had already gotten to such a state when amber eyes fell on the marine bloke who had previously gotten a beating from the whimsy pirate. Seemed he had brought a friend, and a hulking monstrosity at that! For now, however, she'd let her ignorance play the part. Capable company around and all that.
“Hmm,” Another finger went for her chin, food for thought certainly. And not a question easily answered. “Names are pretty, but useless. The people here call me Jezebel, I suppose it will do.” Glancing back at the man beside her, she tinkered with the story she told a thousand times with each telling a different spin; better left ignorant than to get some semblance of truth. And after much debating, the woman finally answered; “Not as fascinating as a pirate's telling I'm afraid, but...” Though maybe this young one wasn't so much concerned with that. “... I'm something of a visitor, who's taken up shop at the edge of town to torment the sick.” She said with a straight face...
Shooting her acquaintance an expectant- but not really look, the woman promptly jabbed a finger at the oncoming storm of muscular tactlessness. “Friends of yours?” She dully asked, not as fazed as most surrounding civilians were. Which was to say not at all.