Kyo's brown orbs closely observe the numbers on the tape as she measures the historical weapon before her, with gloves of course, a glimmer of fascination shining in her eyes when the length matches perfectly with the original.

Teach had allowed her to take it into her office for an authenticity check before she offers him a quote, her computer's start-up music chiming in the background as she straightens herself up, rushing over to the desk and signing into her settings.

Best ensure she isn't flaunting around a stolen weapon above all else, Teach bought it to the museum inside a wooden chest so that certainly doesn't fill her with confidence.

Though, she supposes one would be discreet considering how much this thing is worth.

A heavy feeling weighing inside her chest as her eyes land upon her desktop's background; it's a tourist photo of the colosseum in Rome, the image just reminding her of things she'll never be able to do, her fingers fiddling with her necklace as she right clicks on the screen, hovering the mouse over the option that says 'change wallpaper' and clicking it.

She replaces the image with the next custom design before saving the new settings, it's nothing too special; a picture of a black tribal-themed heart but at least this background doesn't feel like it's taunting her. 

Once finished with her little side task, she directs herself to the internet, immediately typing in 'Napoleon's sword' and seeing what comes up - subtly bracing herself for the worst. 

But she is surprised by the result. 

"Napoleon's famous sabre fetches $6.4 million...." She quietly reads to herself, clicking on the article to find that it's recent, the sword was only bought a couple of weeks ago from an auction. "The buyer, Marshall D. Teach..." 

Well, that confirms he has come into contact with the weapon but it doesn't prove that it's the same one as the piece that is currently inside her office - it's most likely, yes, but it's her job to be absolutely sure.

The girl printing off the photo of the real sword before making her way back over to the one on her work table, her observant stare comparing the patterns and the metals that would've been used during that era, her jaw falling agape when she finally comes to a conclusion. 

It's the real deal.

She doesn't even want to breathe in the general direction of the weapon, let alone touch it now, what makes it even better is that it was obtained legally so she can have it displayed in the museum rather than locked away inside her father's study. 

 She pulls away from the artefact and takes a deep and shaky breath, holding it for a moment before letting it go, reminding herself to stay completely calm before stepping forward and carefully wrapping the sword in a sheet that came with it, gently placing it back inside the chest. 

She can hardly believe her luck as she brings the chest back to reception where Teach waits with Drake, it seems that at some point while she was away, Shanks had also shown up - though she isn't sure why, Mihawk isn't present today. 

As punishment for her acting out, she has to cover the day and night shift, not that she minds since this is probably the most interesting find she has ever come across. 

Setting the chest down carefully, her attention turns back to Teach, not missing the smug sparkle in his eyes as he grins down at her. "I told you she was a beauty, eh~?"

She wants to agree and express her adoration for the piece but she knows that isn't professional, besides if he knew how much that sword means to her, he'll definitely try to capitalise on it. 

"Mmh." Her hum seeming indifferent as her bored stare meets his own, her head held high and hands politely tucked behind her back as she simply voices; "Name your price." 

"Zehahahaha it's not cheap as I'm sure you know~! How about $7 million~?"

"6.5 million." It's a fair bit more than what he paid but not pushing the boundaries as he had tried to do, his brows furrowing as he stares deeply into the girl's eyes, clearly trying to intimidate her into changing her mind but she's too firm. 

"6.8."

"6.6."

"6.7."

"Deal." Still more than what he paid for it but she isn't about to complain or try to lowball him any more than this, she doesn't want the weapon to slip right through her fingers after all, Mihawk would kill her. "Drake will sort the money out for you."  

The poor boy looks at her somewhat helplessly since that's a lot of money for him to count, although he doesn't vocally complain, instead just doing as told and beginning to head for Mihawk's office where the safe is kept - her arm reaching out and stopping Teach as he attempts to follow. 

"No-no, you wait here."

There is no way in hell she'll let this man see where the safe is kept and she especially won't let him watch as her co-worker opens it. 

Her gaze shifting toward Shanks instead as she steps toward the red-haired male, a genuine smile spreading across her lips for once as the man beams down at her.  

"Look at you, all grown up and professional~!" He playfully chimes while wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her into a tight hug, he's aware she's not too fond of such gestures but it never stops him. A frown etched into the girl's face as she stiffens in his embrace. 

"Always a pleasure to see you, Shanks." She calmly mutters, backing away as his hold around her loosens, her eyes never leaving his as she folds her arms over her chest, hoping it'll discourage him from cuddling her again. 

"Always! Listen, I've got a few apartments for sale, I thought I'd let you know since you're almost 22 and you and Mihawk seem to be having...differences." Yes, the man is a landlord, sometimes she forgets that. 

"He told you about it, did he?"

"Hah, a little! I took your side, don't worry~!" The redhead essentially sings, his grin as wide as ever. "You've worked hard all your life, you deserve a little break and as for the piercing, well I think it suits you~!" 

Shanks has always been so pleasant toward this girl, she isn't quite sure what she did to deserve it.

A very vague blush dusting her cheeks at his compliment, she isn't used to people saying pleasant things about her, especially not her appearance. "Mmh...so what were you saying about these apartments?" 

"Well, you're clearly starting to grow into your own woman, perhaps having your own home could benefit you. Besides, I need tenants so, we could help each other out here." 

"Hm..." She hesitates for a moment before speaking, glancing over at Teach to ensure he isn't listening, watching as the black-bearded man observes a Picasso on the wall. At least he isn't interested in their conversation, her attention diverting back to Shanks as her voice lowers, shame lacing her sentence. "I don't have the money for my own place, pa is only paying me night guard wages."

"Then I'll get you a roommate, a female so you won't need to protect yourself and we'll make sure she's fun~! It'll be good for you~!" The man might as well be nagging her by this point, a pleading look in his eyes as he clasps his hands together, his playful smile never wavering. "Will you please consider it~?"

"I really don't think--"

"Can you throw this painting into the deal too, littlen?" Teach's voice cutting her off and drawing her attention back toward the Picasso, a small pout etched into her features. 

"What? It's a fake, that's why it's in our reception and not the art gallery."

"So you won't miss it then?" The man already in the process of lifting it off of the wall as a sigh pushes past the girl's lips at his words, dismissively waving hand in his direction while her focus turns back toward Shanks. 

"Fine, take it." Of course, he would have done regardless of what she says, that much is obvious.

"So you'll think about moving in~?" Shanks questions once again.

"...You truly believe it'll be good for me?"