Smoker blinked at her reaction but recovered quickly and put a gloved hand on her spine supportively. "Join the marines," he growled. It sounded more like an order even if he meant it as a suggestion. "On this ocean; the Grand Line, being alone will get you killed even if not from your old enemies. Justice is what we do. Protect people, stop the world from blowing up from pirates or worse. At least you'll have someone guarding your back. And access to some of the best information gatherers in the world. If someone you know shows up, the marines and world government will probably be the first to know."