Luffy, always one to wear his emotions in broad display, immediately gained a look of some disappointment. His lips curling in distaste, he watched as Naja predictably spat out one last little gush of spite before she turned to leave. Still, maybe he did seem a little too eager to kindle that fire, he realized; he'd been itching for a good, blood-pumping fight for days now, and it was likely starting to make him act a bit too brash. Still, for all his anticipation of strong opponents in this grand little city, the only result of his searching was a lot of lies and emptiness, much like the scenery of Paixao itself.

So, off she went, leaving Luffy alone with the skiddish young woman. He immediately set himself at ease, appearing more relaxed and much more like his usual friendly self.

"Sorry about that!" he declared suddenly, gingerly rubbing the back of his neck in a rather embarassed fashion. "Maybe I got carried away, but I know it's easy to get a little scared coming here. I didn't want it to be any worse for you."

Giving out a yawn and a quick little stretch, Luffy seemed to decide that he'd done more than enough, and it was time to set his mind to something else. Breakfast, maybe? Before he could leave with a sound conscience, however, he turned and glanced at Naminé one last time. "So, you're going to be alright? You kinda seem like you know where you're going..."