No, the other thing. Something about, what's the worst that could happen?

[ Nami's efforts in getting the lock open are momentarily stalled as Luffy moves to squeeze between the bars of the cell, frowning after him in confusion. As much as she'd like to, Nami doesn't call after him, aware that while they're no one patrolling around where they're being kept, there must still be guards somewhere. Instead, she chides herself for letting him go - painfully aware it was the only thing keeping him from wandering off - and gets back to work on the lock, confident he would never leave her behind for the sake of saving himself.

The lock's a little fiddlier than she would have liked it to be, still fighting to get those tumblers to click how she wants them to when he returns - with a sandwich.

Pausing again to look over her shoulder at him and his sandwich, Nami squints at Luffy, cocking her head past the bars, where both her hands are working to finesse the lockpick into the sweet spot she's sure she's about to find. ]

Kind of don't have the hands free for it right now. Please tell me nobody saw you do that.