"Au contraire mon cheri~! I have nothing to do with you~!", she said not letting her guard or her weapon down. Her hair was worn up and she was wearing a similar navy coat she once wore during the time of the great pirate wars among formidable nations such as them. Her waist was cinched as always and he'd notice a bosom that was quite larger than anything Francis could ever dream off.

"This is not our world~!"