Oh! Sorry... [ She feels a little silly apologizing to a sword, but it seems to be speaking as if it actually has some sentience, like she didn't just drop a large, sword-shaped phone that someone's talking through. In any case, leaving it on the ground probably isn't very nice. Dropping it like she did was probably a rude thing to do, too. Nami crouches over, taking the handle and lifting the sword up. She props him against a large box that's lying around. ]

Is this better? [ Probably. ] I didn't mean to drop you, but I didn't actually expect you to start talking -- You're, a sword ...

[ She scoots a little closer, looking for some sort of speaker. Maybe she gets a little too close, peering at him curiously. Who really thinks about personal space when inanimate objects are concerned? ] Are you just speaking through this thing?

[ Taps ... at the blade. ]