With the Doom Pirates having beat a hasty retreat, the Golden Fleece were left with the pleading visage of prostrate commonfolk. In a way, it kind of made Samehana uncomfortable. Doubly so, since she was already feeling bad about having a man act as a missile to destroy property. Crossing her arms under her chest, the Golden Fleece's cook watched as Sancho worked his trademark "magic". He really had a thing for playing up the whole "dreaded pirate" deal, didn't he? Not like it didn't work or anything, but Samehana felt it could get a little over the top. Whether that was due to Samehana being the golden-haired captain's senior, or the fact that she and Hamel had been traveling with him for some time now was anyone's guess. Smirking at Sancho's declaration that they'd strike at the origins of Doom Pirates' operations, Samehana shook her head once the man was finally onboard the ship. "Ooh, Sanchie, you were [i]sooo cooolll[/i]~." Samehana joked, wrapping her arms around one of Sancho's and pressing her chest up against him in a mock gesture of some kind of rabid fangirl before breaking away to wave at the island's residents. "Sorry about the fruit stand~. I promise to make it up for you by kicking some pirate ass 'kay?" she called, flashing a peace sign and a wink at the gathered crowd. And with that, the crew set off towards Lefacti, goal firmly set in mind.

"I mean, maybe it was a little too theatrical, but I don't think I've ever known you to be [i]that[/i] subtle." Samehana informed the captain, referring at least in part to his rather ostentatious style of dress. Not like she was one to talk or anything.

"I wonder what kind of operation these guys've got running over at this Lefacti place? From how those guys from earlier put it, it seems like they're a pretty big group. You figure we've got the muscle to deal with all of that?" On some level, Samehana's last question was more rhetorical than anything, considering her confidence in her own skills. And as sharp as the other two could often show themselves to be, it was always nice to know where their heads were as far as the nitty-gritty of a fight. That being said, a promise was a promise, right? No use dwelling over it too much until they were actually on the island.