[ Relieved when nothing that weird comes from getting a hand up from Buggy, Nami waits on the roof for him to join her, inching closer to the edge of the open-air portion of the house, the darkened shapes of the fountain and various furnishings and plants below coming into view the longer she peers inside, letting her eyes adjust before making her next move, her ears trained for any sound that their arrival has disturbed the household in any way.
After a minute Nami turns to Buggy, sticking to the softest whisper she can as she points through the opening in the roof towards a corridor barely visible on one side of the area. ] Through there. If there's a safe leave it to me.
[ Going down is easier than coming up, and after letting herself hang off the edge by her hands for a split second, Nami lands, surprisingly quiet despite the boots, crouching in the dark and listening again. It would have been easier, and quieter to let Buggy help her again, but asking the once is her limit for a while. It's not you Buggy, it's her. ]
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After a minute Nami turns to Buggy, sticking to the softest whisper she can as she points through the opening in the roof towards a corridor barely visible on one side of the area. ] Through there. If there's a safe leave it to me.
[ Going down is easier than coming up, and after letting herself hang off the edge by her hands for a split second, Nami lands, surprisingly quiet despite the boots, crouching in the dark and listening again. It would have been easier, and quieter to let Buggy help her again, but asking the once is her limit for a while. It's not you Buggy, it's her. ]