Smoker stoically took the wrist to calmly examine it. "It doesn't seem broken at least," but he hadn't expected it would be, the claim more to explain the tears and redness than anything else. The commodore took a deep breath of smoke and nicotine, and still crouching on his knees calmly glanced Tsuzuki over. The Grand Line had a way of breaking people sometimes if they weren't strong enough but usually not in a matter of weeks. And all this was over something in another world, something he couldn't do anything about, never would be able to. Just like Karen's world. There was a lump of ice and unvoiced frustration in his stomach and it reflected in his slate grey eyes, regarding the new recruit more coldly than he'd meant to.

"Ready to come out yet?" It didn't matter whether Tsuzuki was or wasn't, Smoker couldn't let him stay in there or it'd be letting the man break and Smoker wasn't about to let that happen. Still, it wouldn't hurt to ask.