[There is going to be a lengthy conversation between herself and her captain coming up, and Perona's not entirely happy nor excited to dig up the past, but if Law has shit going down with Doflamingo, then she needs to know the finer details...just to ease her mind.
But an alliance. That's heavy - pirates normally don't strike up something like that. It's messy business, lengthy, and never without conflict. An alliance with the Straw Hat crew...Perona doesn't know what to think about that. She has faith in them, but it's not...the best there is. Probably because she's biased, or just afraid because this is a bigwig, but they've already proven they can take on enemies of this caliber. Perona's eyes shut, head tilted as she focuses her thoughts and chews her lip. She has a hell of a lot to say, but that's better asked of Law. Still, she grits her teeth and practically growls at Sanji, the look on her face fierce but tinted heavily with worry.]
You bastards better take care of him. [Because she can't. And that's something that feeds her fury, and makes her a little bit sick. Her friendship with Law, the flag she now swears by, only exists within Luceti. Much like her affection towards the man before her. She leans forward, to get to work again. It shouldn't take her long, really, he's fine, just needs to keep the cold off those wounds.]
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But an alliance. That's heavy - pirates normally don't strike up something like that. It's messy business, lengthy, and never without conflict. An alliance with the Straw Hat crew...Perona doesn't know what to think about that. She has faith in them, but it's not...the best there is. Probably because she's biased, or just afraid because this is a bigwig, but they've already proven they can take on enemies of this caliber. Perona's eyes shut, head tilted as she focuses her thoughts and chews her lip. She has a hell of a lot to say, but that's better asked of Law. Still, she grits her teeth and practically growls at Sanji, the look on her face fierce but tinted heavily with worry.]
You bastards better take care of him. [Because she can't. And that's something that feeds her fury, and makes her a little bit sick. Her friendship with Law, the flag she now swears by, only exists within Luceti. Much like her affection towards the man before her. She leans forward, to get to work again. It shouldn't take her long, really, he's fine, just needs to keep the cold off those wounds.]
And yourselves.