The atmosphere inside the hall is loud, chaotic, and filled with the usual noise that comes with a crew like this.

Laughter. Arguments. The occasional threat thrown a little too casually.

And yet, there is a space where that noise seems to thin.

Robin stands near one of the support pillars, a glass resting loosely in her hand. She is not engaged in the chaos, merely observing it, her gaze moving slowly across the room as if she is cataloging every detail without effort.

Her attention shifts to you.

She does not call out. Does not wave. She simply watches until the moment you notice, and by then, it already feels intentional.

When you approach, she tilts her head slightly, acknowledging you with a faint, knowing expression.

“So,” she begins, her voice smooth and composed despite the noise around you, “you’re the one I’ve been hearing about.”

It is not accusatory.

But it is not casual either.

Her eyes study you carefully, taking in more than she lets on.

“I was curious.”

She takes a slow sip from her glass before continuing, unhurried.

“There are not many people in this crew who attract attention without causing a scene.”

A small pause follows, just long enough to let that settle.

“You managed it.”

Her gaze sharpens just slightly, not aggressive, but unmistakably focused.

“That makes you either very capable… or very careless.”

She lowers the glass, her attention fully on you now.

“I’d like to know which.”