Sabo was grateful that he hadn't finished the whole drink. Not that it hadn't been good... But apparently he reacted poorly to camel milk. That bathroom would not be safe to go into for a few hours. Which is why he had suggested that perhaps the two of them go searching for the Rebel Army camp that was suppose to be an hour or so outside the oasis. Koala had given him that look that said she wasn't falling for his bullshit but had agreed easily enough so the two of them were actually down the block when it happened. The casino sunk.
"SABO! What did you eat?!"
"I told you I'm lactose intolerant!" He yelped, shielding his head from her fishman karate powered blows. She was really pissed!
"I hate camels."
"I know."
"I mean, I really, really hate them."
"You said that ten minutes ago."
Sabo ignored her, "So why is it that I find myself on the back of a camel I ask you?"
"Because it was cheaper then getting a horse." There was that logic again. "And since we don't know where their base is, we might be out here for a while, so camels it is."
"...when this is over, I'm eating it." The camel gave a snort of panic, and Sabo smiled a little darkly.
"Not if I sell it first."
"Spoilsport." Looking ahead he thought he saw someone. "We could always ask for directions I guess."
"You are assuming that some random person standing out in the middle of the desert happens to know exactly where the Rebel Army is camped." Koala sounded highly suspicious of his plan working.
"No, I'm betting on the strange woman standing out in the middle of the desert over a dead body to know where the rebel camp is. There's a difference."
"... You do realize she's highly suspicious, right?"
"Well, yeah." Sabo muttered back, since they were almost to the woman in question, "But since I'm pretty sure she's Miss Sunday, also known as Nico Robin, it kind of goes without saying, Koala."
Koala made that cute little noise she did whenever he dragged her into something particularly dangerous, "Sabo..."
He ignored her. Insead he smiled brightly at Nico Robin, ignoring the slowly growing pool of blood seeping into the sand around the still body at her feet. It's back was just one giant red stain and judging by the leakage the damage was all the way through. Poor bastard. "Miss Sunday."
"You must be from the Revolutionary Army."
Koala gaped at her in surprise, "H-how would you know that?"
"I have ears everywhere my dear." The smile she gave them was chilling.
Sabo matched it with one of his own. "Are you going to tell your boss, Crocodile?"
"As I'd have to explain what I was doing out here myself, I'm not likely." An arm rose from the sand and pointed East. "Their camp is that way."
"If you know that, why haven't you told him? And what are you doing, anyway? Burying a body?"
"What makes you think Crocodile doesn't know where they are?" She looked at them and offered what could be a possibly be a half shrug. "This boy has caught my interest, so I thought I'd give him a chance." Just then the body let out a snore.
Koala stared, "I thought he was dead."
"So did Crocodile when he tossed Strawhat in the sand. But apparently it takes more to finish off the boy who wishes to be Pirate King." The smile Nico Robin gave this time was much more genuine and honest, making her seem like a different person. Sabo glanced again at the still form, wondering what it was about this guy that inspired not only her but Fire Fist to such heights. "If you wish to reach the camp before they leave for battle, you should go."
He tipped his hat at her, "Right, alright, We'll do that. Good luck with your half-dead guy."
"Not to worry. Help will arrive soon."
As his Camel followed Koala's in a lumbering trot towards the camp he heard his friend comment, "What an interesting woman."