[There's someone in the bar that you missed, Nami. Someone with excellent hearing who tends to get shoved into the darkest corners of the room so the risk of scaring off other patrons is diminished. He recognized a few of those names she was asking about, and while his vision isn't great he can totally tell that she's gonna be hot as hell. Looks like the usual crowd is clearing out and she's sitting alone. Perfect time to get the party started.]

[A heavy hand thunks down on the bar next to her, blue and webbed. Namur swings one leg up on the swiveling barstool, but doesn't quite sit, and grins toothily.]

Hey there, sweetheart! Heard y' was lookin' for a friend or two. How 'bout I buy y' 'nother shitty drink, an' we get t' know each other a li'l better, huh?