[She drops her gaze, giving a noncommittal wave of her hand--partly because she feels her problems must pale in comparison to whatever Sanji is going through, but also largely because she's really not sure how to answer. Some of the things troubling her the most are things that she doubts she could talk to Sanji about under even the best of circumstances. Factor in his general state of mind and current level of inebriation, and she feels guilty for even making him ask after her.]
[But nor will she insult his intelligence by insisting everything's fine. Drunk or not, she has a feeling he'd see through that in a heartbeat. Finally she gives a small sigh, not looking up yet.]
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[But nor will she insult his intelligence by insisting everything's fine. Drunk or not, she has a feeling he'd see through that in a heartbeat. Finally she gives a small sigh, not looking up yet.]
Ask me again in a couple of days.