While on the one hand, Samehana was slightly annoyed at Sancho roundaboutly insulting her cooking, she couldn't help but share a similar sentiment herself. Besides, eating one's own cooking could sometimes get a little boring anyway. It wouldn't be long before the captain decided to play hero, giving her and Hamel the go-ahead to get food. Sizing up the fifteen men that had gathered, the fishwoman smirked before taking her leave. "Give 'em hell, captain~." she chimed over her shoulder, her smile revealing a set of incredibly sharp, pearly white teeth. 

Perhaps due to a combination of being a fishwoman, or her generally striking appearance, Samehana received a few looks as she passed through the town. With pale white skin, pinkish-red eyes and black hair that, despite being held up by a pair of chopsticks, flowed down to her ankles, she already stood out rather alarmingly if one was not used to fishfolk. That was without considering the fact that the fishwoman was remarkably well-endowed, a fact that was accentuated by her choice of dress. Made of a black material that looked more like a second skin than actual cloth, her backless top came up to a high collar and left a window for her chest, while also entirely baring her midriff for those who wanted to admire her taut abdomen. Her pants (which could be arhued were more like tights) were made of the same material, with a band of red going around each of her thighs. They extended down to her feet, where they  met with a pair of red "sneakers".

While Hamel was excitedly exiting the situation with the the thugs, Samehana calmly followed after him, remaining not far behind the crew's first mate. 

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A napkin made its way to Hamel's face, wielded by Samehana, who wiped her crewmate's face clean of any food debris. A sigh escaped her as she shook her head, though this was in contrast with the smirk on her face. "You could at least [i]try[/i] to have some table manners in public, can't you?" she remarked, watching as the unfortunate diners Hamel was interacting with relocated themselves. Shrugging, she returned to her steak, having resolved to fill up before she went to find some kind of dojo or, barring that, just go fishing for when the crew eventually departed. 

"Hm. Y'know, if those are the kind'a guys that can run things on this island, we might be dealing with some real small-fry." the fishwoman remarked, thinking back to her observation of the thugs from earlier. Sancho had probably made quick work of them by now, so there was a good chance that he was on his way. "I'm gonna take a walk." the fishwoman bounded out of the door, leaving poor Hamel, or maybe Sancho, to pick up the cost of her meal. 

"Now, let's see if we can't find any hidden gems here..."