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Hey, um... Help?

[Why does Robin need help? Well, look at the video. Well, the video itself shows Robin ducked behind one of the chairs in the darkened space of the Agrii theater. The question is why she's doing that. But then she goes quiet for a moment, a hint of a pink-purple motion near the top of the screen behind her. The young woman bites her lip until the motion is gone. Then she pulls the communication device closer and whispers even more frantically.]

I didn't sign up to babysit the first time. The turtle kid, Donnie? He was a good kid and smart and listened to me and I did my best when no one was around, okay? And the space station not-Chuck-E-Cheese? Yeah, that was to get money for stuff. But-

[She goes abruptly silent again at the sound of talking behind her in the Agrii language. Her eyes are huge. When the noises fade away, well, she breathes out a sigh of relief.]

But I didn't sign up to be an Agrii babysitter. Or teen watcher? Whatever. I made a mistake. I taught a group of about ten of them about hide-and-seek. We've been playing for three hours. They keep starting over again. They seem to love the idea. I can't get a break. Please. I need more people to join in, or at least distract them.

I'm not made to be a babysitter!

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Steve taught them Red Light, Green Light.

They're learning so many new human games today. So they're preoccupied with that now and no longer concerned about your whereabouts?

Well, one tackled me and hurt me, so we left so I could get it all wrapped up. And I refuse to go back. I need a nap.

I told you a nap was a good idea. At least now you can have one in a bed, though, and not some random spot.

Yeah. Need to head back to the ship I guess. I don't really want to sleep in an Agrii bed. Too long.

Would a longer bed be worse than a too short bed? Not like I know what that's like at a whopping five-three, but, you know, just a thought.

I feel like I'm too small when I'm in a long bed. So it makes me feel, I don't know, uncomfortable?

That makes sense, I could see it. Like, thinking at that rate you might as well have a giant camping tent.

[She might as well, but there's not likely to be one.]

I think you could probably use the sheets to make one. And camping was never my vibe.

Just no camping, or no outdoors type things in general?

I'm definitely no camping. But I was never great at outdoor things. I did play soccer when I was younger though.

Well, your music-slash-band skills are way more interesting than being Yet Another Midwesterner In A Sport, for what that's worth.

You think?

[She's definitely smiling, a bit softly.]

I also speak a lot of languages.

It's a fact. [ She returns the smile. ] That I totally see as checking out. Which ones?

Spanish, French, Italian, and a bit of Russian.

I fake my way through Spanish, so I envy your skill there. Can you use them here or does it .. I don't know, force a translation anyway? [ Not having intentionally used a language other than English, she hasn't personally tested this. ]

Forced. Tried using it around that white haired guy that runs the diner. He understood everything. So either he was jerking me around, or it's just not fair.

That's such a rip off. I guess they found out that multilingualism makes people instantly ten times more attractive and were like 'no, no cheat codes for you all'.

[Oh god. Robin's blushing enough that she 'accidentally' lets the comm angle away from her so Chrissy can't see.]

I do miss being talented in that regard. But I have to live with it.

At least they can't take away the fact we can count on you for speaking most of the sanity in the Hawkins group. So, there's that?

[Oh man. Robin's not still blushing and smiling.]

Yeah, it's because of the hair. The boys have so much of it they can't think straight.

[Which is a private joke just for her.]