Sanji bristled. The lack of concrete answers was bothering him. "I don't care if I starve, but there are ladies and children upstairs who don't need to know what the knife edge of hunger feels like!" he spat. "Tell me what's going on or I'm breaking down that door!"

He meant it, too, by the way he shifted and braced his feet for a good, solid kick. Unless this door's ice was like the block in the kitchen, he could probably blow through it in a couple of hits.