"Mm." Noncommittal - he wasn't sure; some moments were... private. Robin was taking the heritage thing (if not the, wait, what?) a lot better than he'd expected considering, well, considering how well he had taken it, maybe. Lobsang dutifully turned to see just what had caught Robin's attention and
jumped
a step feet back from the definitely-wasn't-there-before giant swirly blue ...door? He sneaked a glance a Robin before impulsively pressing his hand against the (glass) former-wall. To his expert eye, the hinges needed not a thing, and the handle--
It felt benevolent. It felt inviting. That wasn't worth much, but they were exploring, right?
"So it's like a trade?" he heard himself asking out of the (heh) blue as he pulled harder than he'd expected to. Some part of his brain must have been processing without him. "Robin."