[As Sanji speaks, her gaze goes from the food in his hand then back to his face. Why'd he even bring her--hadn't seen her around? He was looking for her? Was he expecting her? Why? Perona thought Sanji...she thought he was mad at her! He had every right to be! Every reason! She had no business to take out her aggression on him. He wasn't at fault...he wasn't. She knew he wasn't, yet she still...and now he was--]

You...brought me food? [It seems a foreign concept to her, yet she accepts it with little question - Perona'd never turn down Sanji's cooking if she could help it. She looks inside the bag, curious, then back to the chef, opening the door a little wider.] But I treated you badly...a-and I blamed you for something you--...and I hit you.

[She looks at his face, his cheek, and feels something cold drop into her stomach; it's Perona's turn to look shamefully off the the side, shuffling a step or two back inside. He should be mad at her, not bringing her food and asking her for forgiveness. What happened at the restaurant before wasn't his fault, after all! He was forced to do it, but she...she did what she did all on her own. Sanji should not apologize, she should.]

...I'm sorry. [She takes a deep breath, then hunches her shoulders right up, trying to hide behind her bangs.] I'm sorry...Mr. Cook.