Asshole! [ The swat to her ass makes Nami straighten up in surprise, narrowing her eyes at Zoro before she tries and fails to outrun the rain. The blanket manages to keep the front of her shirt dry, if nothing else, but Nami forfeits that comfort in short order.

Once the fire's made, there's no reason not to take advantage of how he's crouched by the growing flames. Nami slips up behind Zoro, propping her chin on his shoulder so she can look past him and towards the fire. Her hand settles on his side while she feigns an appraising frown at the fire, acting like she could do better while inwardly enjoying it all, despite the damp back of his shirt soaking the dry front of hers. ] Windows and fires. Any more secret talents I should know about?

[ Nami shoots Zoro a sideways glance, the arm she's drawn across his back tensing in a brief hug before she straightens up, wandering to the other side of the fire. ] If I get undressed are you going to think I'm making a pass at you? [ She might be. That was some very romantic hair touching after all. ]