Ah...oh. Sorry. [he'll keep it in his mouth and veer away a little. Wow, he just can't win, here.]

So we're in the same boat, so to speak. There's gotta be other people around, we should find...

[hang on, there's something approaching from the right. Sanji breaks off mid-sentence to turn and intercept it, slamming his foot almost straight upward into a coeurl trying the death-from-above leap onto them. Another kick shoots it off out of their path, and then he just lands, brushes down his dress shirt, and picks up where he left off.]

...find some shelter, and maybe good food. Or a kitchen, at least.