Robin's heart was breaking for the other, who had been startled by her despite her best efforts not to frighten her. Even as she pulled herself off the floor, leaving Robin in a crouching position as the girl scrambled to stammer tearful apologies. The teary-eyed brunette's face screwed up into what looked like a cringe and Robin just wanted to wrap her up in a blanket.
Robin remembers being in the other girl's shoes at one point. She remembers the way her throat felt after all of her screaming and crying and the way blood was trickling down her leg from the loss of her virginity. She remembers every terrible, painful, terrifying detail of finding herself in a car with her older brother Daniel to being molested in the back of a van and then being driven to the exact hotel they stood in right now. If the girl wasn't scared out of her wits right now, there would be something wrong with her.
"No! No, wait," Robin scrambled after the girl soon after, "You're looking for your room, you said? I'm your new- well, roommate." She pursed her lips, before holding out her hand. "I'm Robin, but most girls around here just call me Birdie."