( stelle should be an actress. robin knows some people if she'd ever want to get into the gig.

for now, it's a fleeting thought, something she'll bring up when they're back in penacony should that day ever come in that far off distance. after all, these dramatics have her beat when robin's brows shift that minute degree upwards as stelle leans in to take her by the arm without a single reservation spared for modesty.

no need for any of that here, after all. it jostles the shades from her face and makes her laugh at her own pause. )

Very cute, but... wouldn't you be the Silver Cowboy? Unless you're really meant to be riding him.

( idle, meaningless chatter as she takes off her glasses and tucks them into the low seam of her dress. no one gawks or gasps or points. there's a part of robin that feels like she must rise to the occasion, that she will have to work harder to reach this corner of the universe but... in a way, it's refreshing. freeing. but what does it say about her that she feels more naked without a disguise in a crowd than if she were, uh, actually naked.

besides that... it isn't as though her song could really bring much more joy here... could it?

who knows. the two very tall, very serious woman guards outside of the lounge look like they could use a smile or two though, especially next to robin's incredibly polished one as she tips her head up towards their faces to politely regard them. )

Hello there, good evening. May we duck inside for a quick shower?

( ... not together....... probably... she wouldn't be so bold (yet, unfortunately). )