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[color=cyan]"Winning sounds good to me. Guess that makes it your place."[/color] Robin grinned, blades withdrawn. A quick glance over her shoulder revealed... well, revealed that 'getting the hell out' was a strategy best followed sooner rather than later. If she wasn't wrong, and she doubted she was, the [i]newest[/i] arrivals were some of those Covenant psychos. Seriously, hanging around here would be the definition of a death-wish.

As things stood, Askaryan's promise of safety seemed like a good offer, and one she was happy to accept; though it might have served her well to be a little more wary of wandering into a Wonderland safe-house. Sadly, the idea that they might not appreciate a cape with her record of scheme-ruining (both accidental and deliberate), not to mention who'd [i]just[/i] been fighting on Gladius' side, didn't really occur to her. The past was the past, right?

Hopefully anyone they ran into would share her relaxed attitude.

Of course, there was the problem of getting the hell out to deal with. Considering that Askaryan was pretty much crippled, it'd be more of an issue than it could have been, but still simple to deal with. Grinning, Robin knelt down, wrapped her working arm around him and slung him over one shoulder in a fireman carry - her busted hand making the task difficult, but not impossible. Slightly rude of her not to ask permission, but if he had a problem he could bring it up when things weren't such a mess.

For now, she started running away from the battlefield. [color=cyan]"I'll do the moving, so you just tell me which way to run."[/color] There was a pause as Robin thought over their previous exchanges - and the guy's current position - before she spoke again, her voice deadpan. [color=cyan]"And try not to get [i]too[/i] comfortable up there, would you?"[/color]