Maribelle was wearing a hat and a fancy gown for the occasion. Not exactly the kind of clothes most people would wear for a war council, and more likely something someone might wear for a formal ball, but Maribelle wanted to make the right kind of impression.

"You know, it's not like I'm the sort of person who'd try to speak to him of events that haven't even transpired yet. I've had enough experience with people from the future to know that much." (Except... she probably would have, but shush.) With a heaving sigh, Maribelle followed Smoker in and quirked an eyebrow at him. Well she supposed he was a military man, so scars could be a matter of pride over the number of battles he'd survived, but it seemed almost disturbing how different they wanted to make their first impressions.

"I hate to say this to you Smoker, but sometimes I really do have to question the nature of some of your friendships. Wouldn't anyone be surprised to see that you've become more scarred than the last time you've seen them? Although... I suppose this Aokiji is rather calm most of the time."