[It's Namur's turn to cant his head to the side, and pull it back a little while he's at it.

Because what. the. hell. even?]

Shit, the hell'd I do? Suddenly Mr. Totally Damn Popular.

[He runs a hand over his hair and checks the air towards the ship. Nothing tastes amiss yet, so that's a good sign. And he has to admit, he's curious, too. The woman's haki presence is surprisingly strong. Whoever she is, she isn't someone to spurn lightly. Namur blinks, then smirks, rising from his half crouch and advancing.]

Never been one t' leave a lady hangin'. Got a beat, sweetheart?