"Tashigi," Smoker growled, placing a hand on her shoulder, "Lay back down. I'll not have you forcing yourself to sit with the others while you're miserable and sick." A pause and he pinched the bridge between his eyebrows, "Amending that: I will not let you even if it means I have to put you into bed myself." His face pinked considerably, "That came out wrong I mean.... WELL YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!" he yelled.

Once she was safely back in the bed Smoker grabbed the chair once more but pulled it closer. "You will always be my right-hand girl so long as you can put up with me. No matter what manner of other recruits we pick up to defeat Straw-Hat's crew, no matter who I take in. There's one Tashigi." He held out a lecturing finger again. "You. And that isn't going to change Ensign."