Robin simply stared at the other servants from afar, he saw Altera, Artoria, Scatach, Francis Drake, he was chuckling, they were pretty, but knew better than try his charms, he stared however to the group of male servants, Nameless, Iskandar, that nose snot of Gilgamesh, he simply sighed, he fixed his cloak and adjusted his wrist crossbow, walking away.

"to anyone interested, I'm going out~" Robin said nonchalantly, yet, he knew no one would mind him, he needed a breather, little did he knew, someone did care and followed after him, as Robin warped to the forest area, to target practice, shoot some bolts with his crossbow, and... have some time to think.