"Smoking," he answers quietly, letting her play with his hair.

And thinking, though he doesn't say so. Thinking a lot. Remembering all the islands back home he couldn't protect: Foodvalten, Samba, Hand, Fishman Island, the list went on. Each had been brought up recently in some way or another, another reminder of another failure. At least if he killed the navy now, they wouldn't be around to touch his crew later. While his Pops had a policy of only killing for revenge, didn't Kairi die? And maybe because they were all like ghosts who came back from the dead, the navy thought it didn't matter. But it sure as hell mattered to Marco. He wasn't much of a shield if he couldn't protect one little girl even with all the help of the crew. At least he could send a message.

"And you?" he asks it calmly, as if nothing was out of the ordinary at all.