Stutely was still studying Robin, not quite trusting, but without the same hostility of earlier. He looked like he'd gotten his head together. None of the excuses or self-flagellation he'd tried to offer up last time; he'd jumped straight to practical action. They'd hash it out together, like they used to. Stutely wanted to believe in that; wanted it badly, but he couldn't stomach the prospect of another broken promise from the man he'd once been proud to call leader.
They were overdue for a meeting, anyway. Robin or no Robin, they had to decide who was going to Arizona, how they were going to tackle the search, how they'd coordinate it. See how it pans out. Don't get your hopes up yet. No matter how much you want to.
He accept the beer from Tuck, took a deep swig as Rob relayed the incoming responses to his call-out. When Robin reacted to the news that the Sheriff had left them to starve, Stutely met his expression of horror with one that was perfectly flat. "Eight days," he said. "The pipes froze on the seventh. Scarlet nearly died of sepsis. Me an' Tuck would've been close behind."