No, not yet... [Robin's drink done at last, Sanji gives the contexts a swirl before topping it off with a little bit of milk for presentation, and sets it in front of her. If he got it right, it will taste of coffee, but with some extra subtle sweetness and cream thrown in.]

I was thinking I better go see if she's okay, but I don't know if she'd want to talk. [He pulls out a cigarette from his shirt pocket, and leans against the table while rolling it between his fingers, staring a little forlornly at the end.]

She hid away from me once when something shitty worse happened; I don't think she's used to having friends. [All the more reason to march over, he wonders? Damn, isn't that the question.]