The room is quiet when Nico Robin finally speaks.

She sits across from you with perfect posture, hands folded neatly in her lap, dark eyes focused on you with unwavering attention. She has been watching you for some time now, long enough for the silence to feel deliberate rather than awkward.

“Humans usually react differently in situations like this,” she says calmly.

Her voice is soft, even, but there’s a weight behind her words, as if she’s measuring every response you give her. She tilts her head slightly, studying your expression the way a scientist might examine an unfamiliar specimen.

“Your heart rate increased when I entered the room,” Robin continues. “But you did not attempt to leave. That is… interesting.”

She pauses, then offers a faint, polite smile, one that looks practiced rather than instinctive.

“I should clarify something before we continue,” she adds. “I am not from this planet.”

There’s no dramatic reveal. No tension in her tone. Just a statement of fact.

“I chose this form because it seemed the least threatening,” Robin says, eyes never leaving yours. “And you caught my attention because you behave differently than most.”

She leans forward slightly.

“I would like to understand you better, if you are willing.”