Lott waved the door open and saw Robin walking slowly in through the entryway.
Her high heels struck the wooden floor in a steady rhythm, making a pleasant clicking sound.
Moonlight streamed through the large windows onto Robin, shrouding her in a faint, hazy glow.
Unlike Nami and Ling'er's girlish air, Robin exuded the poise of a mature woman from head to toe, her alluring presence washing over him.
For a moment, Lott stared, spellbound, remembering how Robin-chan had been somewhat tanned during her time in Alabasta in his previous life.
Yet now, her skin was fairer than snow, as pale as jade, making her look like an entirely different person from the image he remembered.
He did not know whether the animation team had added that detail or whether she had simply spent too long under the Alabasta sun.
And the Robin before him was even more beautiful than she had been two years later in his previous life.
Robin slowly approached Lott and said, "Lott, thank you."
The sweet scent of a freshly bathed woman filled his nose. He clearly had not caught what Robin said, and when he came to his senses, he hurriedly rubbed his nose to ease the awkwardness.
Glancing out the window, he asked, "Robin-chan, what's wrong?"
Seeing him like this, Robin chuckled. "I came to thank you."
Lott turned back to Robin and asked in confusion, "Thank me for what?"
Robin walked over to the sofa on her own, then poured herself a cup of coffee and slowly approached the window.
She remembered the sea of flames that filled the skies over Ohara, those terrified faces vanishing within the fire. Those desperate cries and that endless terror.
Dr. Clover's instructions and bitter reluctance;
her mother Olvia's repeated apologies;
Marine Vice Admiral Saul's hopes