[it's a strange juxtaposition, silco's odd stillness, his watchfulness, when put side-by-side with jinx's bombastic, explosive presence. yet they're allies, attached the way koby and the straw hats and shanks are. perhaps they balance each other out. koby wants to know, and he's well-aware that interrogating and pushing will alienate silco -- and therefore jinx, which is the last thing he wants. she's been an ally, a friend, and he'll swallow his probing questions for the sake of that. for now.

still, the stack of notes he's gathered together are carefully curated all the same. he'll be kind, he'll be welcoming, but he won't place his unfiltered trust in a stranger. not just yet.]

That's perhaps the most simple explanation of this place I've yet heard. [a little smile, a glance over the tops of his glasses, because despite his caution, his wariness, koby also very much wants everyone he ever meets to like him. he wants to make a good impression.

so the question gets an honest answer, calm and matter-of-fact:] I've missed a couple months updating them day-to-day, but I have a good memory. If you mean in the event something happens to me, then yes, I have a letter with instructions on how to decode my more classified records. [it's a grim reality that koby's been prepared for nearly since he arrived -- certainly since he first started keeping his notes. he's outwardly quite pragmatic about the whole thing.]