[He breathes a sigh of relief when she starts lifting the pillow, only half-paying attention to her words. And while it escapes his notice that he might've accidentally bumped into her, he does find it strange that his eyes have to adjust to a dank, cave-like darkness rather a poorly lit room.
It's why he angles his head for a better view, wiggling enough that he can peek out from under it. Then Nami isn't the only one who stares. Panicked, Sanji sits up as much as he can and tears through the archives of his memories - there's one in particular of his own involving caves that he would very much prefer Nami not see, but on closer inspection, it appears he's lucked out. This isn't his memory.
... No, it's Nami's. Evidenced enough by the immobile figure woman inside the cell.]
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It's why he angles his head for a better view, wiggling enough that he can peek out from under it. Then Nami isn't the only one who stares. Panicked, Sanji sits up as much as he can and tears through the archives of his memories - there's one in particular of his own involving caves that he would very much prefer Nami not see, but on closer inspection, it appears he's lucked out. This isn't his memory.
... No, it's Nami's. Evidenced enough by the immobile figure woman inside the cell.]