[Oh, she does indeed note Sanji's unusual disposition, and her anxiety raises, but then balances itself again once she sees his (albiet somewhat forced) smile and hears the same, familiar lilt of his voice that comes from the Sanji she knows and likes very much. Still...something seemed off still. He looked...sick, maybe? It couldn't be that he just now recovered from that little episode he had, right? No, no, surely not, that was nearly a month ago! Is he not sleeping well again, then?]

Thank you, Mr. Cook... Have you been well while I was gone? [A better way of saying are you less crazy? And she has to stop herself from stating how "unwell" he looks. He's pale, he's without the usual glow and zeal he almost always seems to have, and it's concerning. Really, Sanji, you're about as bad as Zoro with how much you make Perona worry about you sometimes. But she steers the conversation far from that path.] Have I missed anything important? Ah, other than the start of the ghoulish festivities, of course.