A small smile flitted across Robin's face while Hope shyly introduced herself, a soft shade of pink brought color to her makeup-streaked cheeks, and the smile only lasted for a moment as the other asked her to bring them to their now shared room. She looked at Hope from under her thick array of dark eyelashes, her own mouth pulling into a grimace at the mention of T returning. For a moment, Robin wondered what Hope's story was, since T always had the most interesting ways to get new recruits. She probably didn't want to know what Hope's story was after all.
"Sure," Robin's voice was nearly a whisper, "Just follow me. Stay close, okay? And try not to get in the way of any of the others. The have to get ready for work. Robin didn't have the heart to let Hope know what "work" was just yet. Surely Hope had some ideas of her own of what that entailed anyways.
Robin set off again, not stopping to check if Hope was following closely behind; dodging around the girls she jogged up creaky steps and wasted no time finding room 255, her, well, their, room. Twisting the door knob hastily, she jiggled it ever so slightly in the way that was necessary for opening the damn thing, and pushed it open. "Mi casa es su casa," She murmured.