Robbie Baldwin. Speedball or Rob are also cool, but I'm going to have to put my foot down on 'hey you', because there's too many peeps who don't know each other's names right now. And good on you taking a watch. Somebody should organize one, so there's always someone awake.

[ He gives her an answering smile and a peace sign. See, everyone's moving on to nicer topics. ]

Don't sweat the Lassie reference, Dixon. Half my quips are falling flat. Pop culture is not a multiversal constant, so it probably doesn't even exist where you're from. Sorry, I'll try to weed out anything that requires a specific show.

[ But he fidgets a little at the personal questions. Robbie has to wonder when they left the temple. Did they see how he jolted awake with a gasp? It feels like a dig. It's not. It's probably not. He is suddenly hyper aware how tired and itchy his eyes feel. He has to have dark circles under them right now. ]

It's not the Hilton, but what is? [ He shrugs. ] I slept okay for the floor.