[A million different questions string up in his mind and crowd in his mouth. Sanji's careful not to utter any of them. The last of his disoriented state is vanishing, leaving behind an acute sense of exhaustion, and the acknowledgement that he just watched a stranger nearly die.
He's never seen this person before.]
... Miss? [He steps closer to her and automatically gives the boy some space, even knowing it's not necessary] What's your name?
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He's never seen this person before.]
... Miss? [He steps closer to her and automatically gives the boy some space, even knowing it's not necessary] What's your name?