[Robin's expression falls when he asks her to pick the lock.]

Yes, these two honorable gentlemen are going to sit idly by and let me pick the lock right in front of them. Honestly, Zoro. As if I'd do such a thing.

[Instead, she hops up and sits on top of the stock, legs draped down between Zoro's head and his hand. She glances at the nearest guard, meeting his eyes.]

How long is he in here for, anyway?