"I think you were," he said, shaking his head. "Alright, you're a beast then. A Shrek-kind-of girl-beast, yeah?" he offered, grinning, referencing that muggle film he'd seen with his sister a couple of years ago.
Robbie dipped his head to the side unsurely. "Well, with the boss gone now," he said, his eyes raising to look along the path, distinctly avoiding thinking about the 'boss' being gone. "There's no one to ask for a swap." And anyway, it had been Diggory's wish, a show of the faith the man had had in Robbie - could he just throw that away because it was a little difficult right now? He cleared his throat then, his brow gathering up in the middle at her compliment. It was nice to get them, he usually thrived on them, and in his normal mood and frame of mind, he'd be cockily agreeing with her. But right now, it was hard to believe, considering everything. "Trouble is, most of the people around the table have been working for the Ministry for decades. I haven't got the authority..." he said, trailing off and shrugging, aware he was complaining and it was pointless. "I'll try though." His eyes popped open wide at the suggestion he was getting wrinkles, or gray hairs. His hand leaped to his temple automatically. "I am not!" he defended. "I checked this morning."
His eyes increasingly narrowed as she told the story of her place, then rolled dramatically. "Jesus, Al. Place wasn't that good though in the first place, to be honest." Mouth set in a line, he flicked his hand towards the path, finished stretching as he was, and made forwards as he began to run. He thought more clearly running anyway. "Well, what are we going to do about this then? You need a new place, obviously. How are you for money?" he asked bluntly.