[It's a good thing Robin has as many arms as she could ever want, because she's been out and about rummaging on Nami's behalf. This war has her unsettled in a way that she can't quite explain just yet. Perhaps it's the suddenness, or the feeling that it isn't their battle to be fighting. Or perhaps just simple fear of the unknown- and for now, unknowable, since her name did not appear in the lists, and the library offers very little by way of explanation.
Robin shifts the backpack- now full of various dials, a utility knife, camo-print corset (it's totally durable!), and a diving mask- in order to accommodate opening the door a little better. The oxygen tank slung over her other shoulder makes it awkward, though, and ultimately Robin opts for hurriedly sprouting a third arm for the purpose.]
Ah!
[She looks over Katara and nods in greeting, setting her bundles on the floor next to the couch.]
[To Nami, with a sly grin] Pity, no window boys today? [And to Katara, still smiling but not sarcastically] And how are you? I hope I'm not interrupting...
/threadjacking for great justice!
Robin shifts the backpack- now full of various dials, a utility knife, camo-print corset (it's totally durable!), and a diving mask- in order to accommodate opening the door a little better. The oxygen tank slung over her other shoulder makes it awkward, though, and ultimately Robin opts for hurriedly sprouting a third arm for the purpose.]
Ah!
[She looks over Katara and nods in greeting, setting her bundles on the floor next to the couch.]
[To Nami, with a sly grin] Pity, no window boys today? [And to Katara, still smiling but not sarcastically] And how are you? I hope I'm not interrupting...