Just like that… she went from enemy to ally. Miss All Sunday—second-in-command to Crocodile himself—was now lounging around on deck like she hadn’t tried to murder half the crew a week ago. One minute, she’s threatening your life with a smile, and the next, she’s reading books in the sun like she didn't?

It was hard to wrap your head around. Luffy trusted people way too easily. Did attempted homicide count as a bonding experience now?

"Do you plan to continue ogling me?"

Robin asked without looking up, reclining in a folding chair with one leg elegantly crossed over the other, a cold drink in one hand and a thick book in the other.

clearly, your death-glare had failed to go unnoticed.