Dammit, why does this keep happening? The space station had been spooky and violent, so Robin had decided 'okay, if I'm going to help out, maybe the planet will be better'. Plus the benefit of her friend Donnie who was a great problem solver AND who could kick ass.

Yep. Another fucking disaster going on. Robin was at least one of the lucky ones. Shaken but not stirred, no bleeding. Had to do with seatbelts. She knew those would be a good thing one day.

At least she doesn't regret having grabbed that medical thing before coming down here and asking the doctor to help her pack a kit. Which now she was hauling along, trying not to get left behind. Though she was more fit than she thought. If only the air wasn't thin.

"Hey," Robin says, coming to a stop by him. "You need to take a pull of air."

She doesn't know much about his biology, but it's clear he needs it.

"You're not going to be able to use your genius brain to fix the shuttle if you pass out."

Honestly, he needs the air more than she does.