Thankfully, Perona's reflexes are still pretty good, despite the surprise of having her hollows' effects wear off so soon. It's never been that quick before, not that she can ever remember, and she backs up and away from her new foe with an equally upset and unamused look. She's not liking this "new" Sanji at all, and has to really smother her temper lest she do something she'll most certainly regret. ...Something akin of blowing this whole room to kingdom come. It's not his fault, she has to keep telling herself, as hard as it is, as much as she wants to just pummel him out of frustration.

Instead, she heaves out a long breath and takes a few steps back again. She'd never back down if she were in her spectral form. He can bitch and whine and try to hit her as much as he fancies, but she'd only giggle. Unfortunately, she's not so fortunate to be in that form, and relents to letting the chef have his way as well as his space. But not without spitting out a soft curse and chewing her lip. She doesn't like that look, not one little bit. It's both terrifying, heartbreaking, and infuriating. She wants her cook back! The kind gentleman who treated her well so many times, and whom she finds pleasant company (and marvelous food) in.

"I'll leave." For now. Just for now. Just so she can calm down and put her head on straight. Strategize. So she backs up and right out of the kitchen.

Where she promptly takes a seat at the nearest table, regardless of if it's occupied or not, and slams both her fists on the table. Damn it.