"Hm," Smoker mumbled thinking back. "She's been with me since she was 17 and she's 21 now. So 4 years I guess." He leaned back, still thinking to himself. "I didn't mean to take her out of Loguetown with me. Grand Line's a rough place," he swallowed hard remembering how close she came to breaking in Alabasta and his eyes hardened slowly. "She's definitely gutsy though, like I said. Refused to be left behind." Hunting Roronoa for her pride as much as he was chasing Straw-Hat. Learning true justice with every step. Smoker couldn't ask much more than that.