"Oh. Like a church?" That's far beyond Koby's understanding -- most people rely on superstitions and vague beliefs about sea gods, that he's met. Don't eat a Devil Fruit and upset them, follow the various rituals and codes of the ocean and so on. The idea of any other religion feels...strange, to him. "Interesting."

Koby stays scrunched down, ears red as he focuses very intently on his card. He's outlining a ship, a ship on fire, more specifically. It seems appropriate for the word "Death". He's not annoyed, per se, just -- flustered. Koby doesn't really talk or think about that very often, unlike most other sailors. He blushes too easily.

"Yes, I'm aware of that. I just -- don't usually discuss that when I first meet someone." Or ever, really. "I've had other things to worry about."