Now that she has eaten something, she does feel more lively. 

Drake's blue orbs lighting up when she enters the museum, the boy wasting no time in gesturing her over, likely guessing already that she'll be spending the rest of the day inside her office. 

She is a very busy woman this week. 

"What is it, Drake?" She'd wager from how his eyes widen that he has also picked up on the slight improvement in her mood, she has managed to maintain an indifferent expression as she was always taught but her voice is much softer than usual, she can't quite control that unfortunately. 

"I wanted to tell you earlier but you were busy," The ginger successfully catching her attention, her brows furrowing as she patiently waits for him to continue, her gaze following his hand as he gestures toward a certain painting on the wall. "I got a fake made by a very talented artist in exchange for your expertise, he wants you to analyze an old colt revolver." 

"Me?" Finally her chipper tone begins to fade, she doesn't exactly like guns but she does try to remain mostly nonchalant, despite the nervous look in her eyes. "Why? We don't have an old-western display here."

"Well, he just wants to know how much it's worth. Apparently the gun originally belonged to Clyde Barrow." His brow quirking when the girl doesn't openly react, instead just staring at him blankly. "...You know, Bonnie and Clyde."

"I thought they used machine guns." Her response sounding flat as she makes her way over to the painting on the wall, it does look the exact same as the one that was taken away, the only difference being the paintwork itself.

An art dealer would spot it immediately but most people won't, the style looks the exact same but the paint used is much more recent than what Picasso would've had access to at the time. 

"Mihawk thought it was fake anyway, right?" Drake echoes from behind the girl, earning a subtle nod of her head while she studies every detail, this friend of his was very talented indeed - she can't deny that. "So, nothing gained, nothing lost."

"Hm...I suppose." She can barely stifle her sigh of relief whilst returning back to Drake, a small pout etched into her features at the extra workload though. "So, where's this gun?" 

"I put it on the desk inside your office." 

Probably for the best since there was school kids wandering around earlier, she doesn't particularly trust large groups of children not to interfere with things, they would've probably shot somebody if they got their hands on it which leads her to her next question. 

"Did it come with any bullets?"

"Yeah, but they're all inside the box, I don't think the gun itself is loaded." 

It better not be.

A sudden tap on the back of her shoulder drawing in her disgruntled gaze, a frown etched into her features and a pout on her face as she speaks. "Do not touch my back please." Her eyes resting on Ace however, the freckled raven only offering an apologetic smile. 

Oh grand, what do you want?

"Madam Dracule," Drake sounds once again, redirecting the redhead's attention. "You look beautiful by the way."

"Oh?" She hadn't expected that compliment. "Thank you." 

Naturally she wastes no time in heading for her office, she hasn't even begun to design the Napoleon Wars exhibit yet, Ace following in tow. She sits behind her desk while Ace claims the seat positioned opposite on the other side, his onyx eyes immediately scanning the wooden surface for something interesting, much to her dismay. 

"Can I help you, Ace?" She finally questions while she reaches for her computer mouse, clicking the design program while the raven before her takes the box containing the revolver from her desk, reading the post-it note stuck to it.

"Not really," The boy simply answers, taking out the gun and beginning to toy with it while Kyo's attention is focused on the screen, beginning to measure up the rough sizes of each object on the Napoleon display, she has studied them all in great detail so the sizes are very vivid in her mind. "He likes you by the way~!"

"Who?" At this point she's only half-listening to the goon, her eyes only shifting back toward him when she has the rough measurements finished, next she'll just need to organise them and make sure she leaves enough room for their plaques in the process.

"Your little receptionist."  

"Drake? He's a palaeontologist. And our relationship is strictly professional, thank you." A subtle shiver running down her spine as Ace playfully points the gun at her, pretending to shoot as a giggle escapes his lips, only lowering it again when she shoots him a deadly glare. 

"Just because you're his boss, it doesn't mean he can't find you hot~!" He teases, still not taking too much notice of how irritated his friend looks, not until she sighs anyway. 

"Will you put that thing down?" A request he thankfully grants, setting it back neatly into the box before reaching for her phone instead, unlocking it with ease and beginning to go through her files. Not that she really has anything to hide. "Why are you here anyway?"

Her question drawing a childish pout to his lips, his eyes never leaving her phone's screen as he responds. "I was bored."

"Can't you be bored elsewhere?"

 The boy merely huffing at her response but not making any plans to leave apparently, a smirk soon decorating his face as he leans forward, his onyx eyes locking with her own. "Why do you have Trafalgar Law's number~?"

"Why do you have a brain? It's not like you ever use it." 

"What would you do if I called him~?" The girl stiffening at that as her glare intensifies, she may not know much about relationships but even she can tell that Law is a little sensitive toward her friendship with Ace, she does not want to give him a reason to feel such a way. 

Thankfully the freckled raven doesn't act upon this, instead setting her phone back down before resting his arms on her table and laying his head into them, a soft snore soon beginning to fill the air, earning the sleeping male an almost-hateful stare. 

Kyo now grabbing the phone herself and searching her contacts for Sabo, essentially slamming her thumb into his name before she brings the device to her ear, her pout slowly becoming more of a scowl while she waits for him to answer.

"Hello--"

"Collect your brother, please."