The Surgeon of Death stared in momentary shock, grey eyes wide and mouth only slightly open in his version of a jaw-drop. The object of his shock: a book and not just any book, her book. He stared at the many dog eared pages, the small tear on page 345 and blood-stains on the corners of chapters 8 and 9. Now since it belonged to said woman it shouldn't surprise him, but it did because he lent this particular woman some of his books and they were still in pristine condition. His mind was still trying to discern the differences when the owner of the book interrupted his thoughts by snatching it from him. "He-he whoops don't mind that, it's nothing important." Avalon nervously stated. She was still fidgeting when she noticed Law hadn't moved and finally looked up at him, only to giggle manically at his expression which had remained transfixed the entire time. Of course, after her tirade of maniacal giggling ceased she preceded to throw caution to the wind and poked the feared captain in the face. Needless to say, not one of the crew questioned why their resident trouble-maker was hopping back to her room with hands and feet bound while muttering about sadistic doctors and tickling.