"Hey," Robin greets as she flops down next to Billy with her own stack of gifts. As she settles in Little Bear flops with her, a big filet of fish in its mouth as if it was his own gift. "Figured you wouldn't mind me sitting around."

Her voice sounds a lot better now. Apparently healing was something she was moving forward on.

She is content to focus on silence here, not wanting to bother Hargrove much, but to let him know that he's still got friends around. But, of course, her eyes are drawn aside as she catches sight of the coat.

"I don't remember you having one of those," Robin says. "Though I guess you weren't the sort to parade around in it."

Just like Steve hadn't been, even though he'd had one. She'd seen it.