[The lack of a response confuses her, but the confusion is completely forgotten in the face of the thwack to little Sanji's head. A furious "Wait just one cotton-pickin' minute--" bursts out of her and she starts to storm forward when the question from behind her makes her stop again and glance over her shoulder.
And the boy and the chef still don't seem to notice either one of them at all.
Good gala apples, what's even going on anymore.]
Ah... Ah dunno. [Glance back at the argument. Nothing seems to be changing. Glance back at Sanji again.] Where are we?
[Action]
And the boy and the chef still don't seem to notice either one of them at all.
Good gala apples, what's even going on anymore.]
Ah... Ah dunno. [Glance back at the argument. Nothing seems to be changing. Glance back at Sanji again.] Where are we?