[ Law is adapting quickly enough to the idea of this convergence, even if none of his old phone numbers seem to be working on this strange new snail. He'll figure out his way around that, around the new device, eventually; distracting, though, is a familiar voice nearby. In the last few hours he hasn't recognized his location or any of the people in it: a voice not just familiar but of a tenuous ally is welcome. ]

[ And as he approaches, glancing at the sign above the open door to see locksmith as the location, he sees what the proprietor is working on (struggling with) and stops dead in his tracks. ]

[ After a solid two or three seconds of cold, blank staring, a fury like he hasn't felt in years blazes up in his chest. ]

Blackleg-ya.

[ It's a snap, bristling with poorly-controlled rage, even if Sanji isn't actually the source of all this anger rocking his entire core. ]

What the hell is this?