( zoro isn't accustomed to being sought out for his friendship. usually people look for him because they're trying to kill him, or some other slightly less nefarious (but still unpleasant!) reason. but reira had been soft, and sweet, and frankly if this is all just a thinly veiled attempt to engage in another tryst with him, he has no problem with that. either way, it's another lesson in human connection.

he hears reira's footsteps before feeling her hand on his shoulder, and he turns to greet her with a nod and a smile. he thinks that she looks even more beautiful than the last time he saw her, but of course he doesn't say that out loud. ) are they making you clean? ( sorry, he doesn't know that sometimes a maid outfit is a fashion choice! his own clothes today are understated, a simple off-white henley and olive pants, with brown leather boots that give him another inch or so of height. )

yeah, this place is... serene. the room they gave me is nice, but this is something else. ( he already knows, of course, that queen suites are extravagant beyond imagination, but he doesn't yet realize what reira's rank and suit are. he's still figuring out his watch, sorry - maybe she can help him with that, so no one else has to suffer from those horribly short text messages she just endured! )

is your actual room out here...? ( he looks around like he expects to see a bed tucked between the rose bushes somewhere. )