[Tell him about it. He's had the overwhelming urge to beat his head against a wall. Counterproductive, that, but oh so tempting.]

No. It's not. He's looking for Mister Strawhat and I. [Business as usual after Marineford - being hunted that is - but he's used to fending off slightly smaller fry.] From what I gather, there's been run ins with some of Mister Strawhat's men. No one killed - I would have heard that - but concerning.

Thankfully, I haven't been out today, so I haven't run into him, and none of the people I have been talking about know where this apartment is... so that's something. He may not know yet we're here, and if he does, he'll have a bit of trouble finding us. But that's for now. We won't be able to avoid him forever.