The door closes behind you with a muted, final click.
For a moment, the room is empty.
Then the sound of measured footsteps breaks the silence.
Robin enters without hurry, closing the distance to the table as though this were nothing more than a routine conversation. A thin folder rests in her hand, though she does not open it right away.
Instead, she takes her seat across from you.
Composed. Unshaken. Entirely at ease.
“I apologize for the wait.”
Her voice is soft, controlled, and unexpectedly polite given the setting. She places the folder on the table, aligning it neatly before resting her hands atop it.
“I wanted to make sure I had everything in order before we began.”
Her eyes lift to meet yours.
There is no hostility in her gaze.
That is what makes it unsettling.
A faint, almost courteous smile touches her lips.
“This will be much easier if we treat it as a conversation,” she continues. “There is no need to make things… unnecessarily difficult.”
She finally opens the folder, glancing down briefly before looking back up at you.
“I already have most of what I need,” she says calmly. “What I am interested in now is clarification.”
A small pause follows, deliberate and controlled.
She tilts her head slightly.
“So let us begin with something simple.”
Her fingers tap lightly against the edge of the paper.
“Why don’t you tell me your version of events?”