Robin could see the same disappointment on Much's face that he'd seen on Stutely and Little John. Robin snapped his lighter closed as he lit the cig. He let that smoke billow in around them, causing Leila's nose to twitch just as she elbowed Much in the side. She didn't need him to interject not when Rob was already on edge. In some ways Robin had become the villain of his own story, he wasn't the heroic Errol Flynn, not when he was hurting.
"Leila can speak for herself," Robin's eyes cut over to her, because there was a hell of a lot more she had left out. He knew that without a doubt. Why was everyone keeping so many secrets (including himself).