The marine certainly didn't think she was subservient. Oh no, the woman even Aokiji knew to be wary of? Someone who had allied with dozens of criminal organizations only to betray them? Someone who almost helped Crocodile destroy the world? Smoker didn't know her well enough to any of the real stories behind her situations, but to say he was suspicious was an understatement. If anything, he didn't feel like she was truly asking his help as much as making sure her captain would be secure in her (usually multiple) hands instead. And then back to Team Rocket perhaps. He just wouldn't let that happen.

Smoker picked up Luffy to pass him over to Robin, and instantly had to lean his head with it. Just how sticky had those hands gotten already?! And Smoker's hair... joy. That was always fun to wash out. "Tch," he grunted and carefully separated the sticky fingers from his hair trying to make sure it didn't remove chunks from his scalp. "Here." He set Luffy down to go meet up with his nakama.

The last time they'd seen Robin in Johto she was only eight years old. Now it seemed she was certainly after Marineford. Smoker idly wondered if since she knew about the white den den mushi in their world, why she hadn't stopped Straw Hat from leaking information about Punk Hazard. Was she even caught up to that point? Then again, if the past two years surrounded by Pokemon taught Smoker anything it was that stopping Luffy from being impulsive was damn near impossible.

He felt he probably should have said more, or asked questions, but then, Smoker wasn't known for being talkative. If anything, he just waited for the other two to decide that being out in the open was risky or in Luffy's case; boring.