As the ship lurched again, Chopper very nearly fell over on his way to the infirmary. For a split second, he was terrified that he'd fall over in the corridor, and quite possibly injure the strange girl more than she already was. Fearing the worst, he squeezed his eyes shut, only to open them a moment later to discover that Robin had caught him. Or at least, ten or twenty arms that belonged to Robin and had suddenly bloomed from the walls and floor of the hallway had caught him. Robin herself was several feet behind him and had her arms crossed in front of her, Osiris-style.
"Thanks, Robin." Chopper smiled as he regained his balance and checked his patient to see if she was okay. The mysterious girl certainly didn't look any the worse for wear, though this was hardly saying anything, as she was still bleeding profusely.
"You're welcome, Chopper." Robin smiled back. Then she glanced down at the girl who had fallen from the sky. "As for her, I think it's advisable to try and find out who she is exactly before she heals."
Chopper blinked at Robin, nonplussed. "How do you mean?"
Robin pointed to the black bag that had been slung across the girl's shoulder. "By looking through the contents of that. May I?"
Chopper still looked confused, but nodded. "Okay, just wait until I set her down." He hurried the few steps to the infirmary, followed closely by Robin.
The moment that he set the strange girl down on the medical examination table, Robin abducted the black leather purse.
Chopper glanced at her curiously. "Robin, how will her bag tell you about who she is?"
"It's not so much the bag itself as what possessions she carries with her. It's easy to glean much information from what's in this bag if you think like an archaeologist." Robin explained.
"I still don't really get it." Chopper admitted, and turned to focus his attention at the task on hand (or rather, hoof).
Robin smiled and seated herself out of the way at Chopper's research desk. "Well," She said, trying to think how to put her archaeological work in simple enough terms for the brilliant yet childlike reindeer doctor to understand, "If I look at what she has in her bag, it might give me clues to who she is: if she's a marine, or a pirate, or even just an innocent civilian. Clues like this photo identification tag."
Robin pulled out a plastic card attached to a grey lanyard with a square photograph that was unmistakably of the mysterious patient. To the left of the photo, in bold black type, was the name Gianni, Elsie, followed by a smaller Grade 12 below it, and at the bottom of the card, besides a mess of short black stripes of varying thickness and a meaningless string of numbers (Elsie's I.D. barcode) were the words George Washington High School.
"You see, just from this tag I now know her name, her rank, and the name of the institution to which she belongs. Though I must admit that 'Gianni Elsie' is quite a curious name. Perhaps she is from a cloud island after all. That could be why her school is referred to in regards to its height." Robin mused, though Chopper had long past the point of being able to reply with any thought, so focused was he on his work.
"Now, what else is in here?" Robin asked herself, and began to empty the black leather purse of the rest of its contents. Laid out neatly before her in a matter of seconds were a sleek metal wallet containing more plastic cards and unfamiliar greenish bills, a small leather coin purse containing a modest amount of unfamiliar silver and copper coins, a rattling round pill box that held approximately six oblong red pills, several brightly coloured lozenges that looked and smelled like candies, a tube of chapstick, a small screwdriver, a paperback book titled Treasure Island (something that Robin took quite a lot of interest in, being a professional pirate herself, not to mention rather a bookworm, and most confusingly of all, two sleek black boxes, each with a single button on its face: a sleek black button with a small white rectangle. With the possible exception of the strange black boxes, nothing in the purse looked remotely dangerous, and all signs pointed to this mysterious Gianni Elsie being an unlucky civilian.
Robin reported her findings at dinner, after things had calmed down on the weather front and they were all gathered in the galley, with the exception of Chopper who was still monitoring their guest's vital signs. The news was met with mixed reactions.
Sanji of course, was delighted to have a name by which to call his newfound fallen angel. "Ah, Elsie-chwan!" He sighed happily, deftly pounding Luffy in the noggin with a well-placed kick as the latter attempted to steal what was left of the former's squid-ink soaked spaghetti off of his plate.
Others took a less happy approach. "Well it certainly helps us that she's not a Marine, but she could just as easily be a World Government spy." Nami pointed out sensibly, if a bit pessimistically. "I don't think we should let our guard down quite yet."
"Yes, that would be a prudent course of action. What do you think, Luffy?" Robin turned to look at her youthful Captain, who was currently picking his nose while his head was still pinned to the table by Sanji's right heel.
He was uncharacteristically pensive for a moment, deep in thought. When he spoke, his voice was a bit muffled by the table. "If she's a spy does that mean that she won't share her food with us?"