[ It's not that she doesn't believe in him on almost every level, but when he suggests the idea that he could sit and be quiet Nami has to laugh, dropping her pen back onto her notebook so she can turn towards him and run her fingers through the ends of his hair where it's curling out from under his hat. ]

If you were really quiet I would think you were sick, or unconscious.

[ His response to her drawing makes her flush, shaking her head as she does everything in her power not to lean into the rising bashfulness that threatens. ]

It's going to have to go on my map somewhere, isn't it? [ Because without him none of this would have even happened for her. He deserves a small nod somewhere in the scrollwork, and then some. ]