[She's okay with smug, so long as it's backed up with real ability. And he may not be armed with that sword she saw in the clinic, but he does still have the build of a man who can throw a solid punch. So many of her own kind prefer combat so close they forego weapons entirely to instead sink claws and teeth into their enemies. Most are intimately familiar with the taste of fresh blood.]

Tell me about the Devil Fruit, then, because as far as I know we have nothing like it where I come from. You insisted at one point that it isn't magic?

[It also doesn't bother her one bit that he seems to say outright that his abilities come from an external source, rather than something he earned through hard work. How could that bother her, when that's exactly what she did for herself? The resulting power and how effectively it is wielded are far more important.]