Nabi had his freedom— there was no more princely duties for him to take care of. All of those he had left behind, chose to work in TAPOPS instead. In his deranged brain maybe he felt he had some leverage because of his title, because of his contributions, he was a Captain after all.

His two white strap of belts moves from behind him, extending itself over to help carry the heavy boxes from you. "Need help?" Nabi uttered, looking up at you. His impassive demeanor unwavering.