Buffy was one of those who didn't...look like a fighter. Though she certainly seemed unintimidated by this mission. For the first day she found her assigned quarters and got the lay of the land and wondered what she'd tell her sailor-extraordinaire honey when she got home.

But on the 18th, she noticed Specialist Davis in the little hole-in-the-wall set aside for enjoying Sanji's meals. Buffy skipped the queue and only grabbed a mug of coffee before sliding eagerly into the seat across from the MSF agent.

"Hi. Sorry. I just have to ask. You're a specialist in what, exactly?"