He flinched at the clap on his shoulder and rounded on the person who'd done it with a scowl before realising it was Roger, at whom the scowl toned down ever so slightly. Robbie glanced at the secretary for a moment, a look to concede that perhaps she had done what she had been asked, then he dipped his head towards the door, indicating for Roger to follow him out. "Come on," he muttered, across the room and out.
The corridors of Level Two were relatively quiet, most employees away in their offices or at their desks somewhere beginning work for the day. Robbie stopped around the corner from the MAB headquarters, shoving his hands into his pockets before withdrawing them roughly to fold his arms across his chest, the position allowing him to tighten his biceps more satisfactorily in anger. He tried to lessen the set of his jaw as he anxiously checked that no one was in earshot.
"You've 'got the girl we talked about over pints and cricket', huh?" He shook his head in disbelief, his voice tight. "You thought it'd be best to hear that from Romilda?"