"He's training--?" Nikki stopped herself when she felt a huge surge of pride overtake the immediate motherly worry upon learning that her son was living in the world she'd tried so hard to shield him from growing up. She hadn't wanted him involved. Vampires, at least then at the age of four, were meant to be fake. Figments of his imagination as real and corny as Blacula. Hell, she'd sat through a double showing of that and Blackenstein with the four year old just to prove the point. She'd wanted him innocent.
But still, knowing that he'd been introduced to the world and more importantly that he'd survived this long? Well, he was certainly his mother's son. Nikki had never been big on the open shows of affection, even the maternal sort, but even she couldn't stop the grin that surfaced on her lips almost as quickly as it disappeared again.
"How 'bout that," she said simply, once she'd regained her composure. "Bernard kept his promise." Asking about the details of his former job and why on earth the town had blown up was something that could be done later, she supposed. It didn't seem an immediate concern and Nikki was resting better just knowing that Robin had actually survived.
"Thanks." Nikki looked at them both sincerely before taking a breath and switching her mind over to the business at hand. It wasn't often that she'd ever allowed Robin to overtake the slaying.
"Okay. So how're we gonna make everything copasetic around here again? What's the plan?" Bernard would have been proud, her asking for an actual plan. "I got a count of two slayers here, and that one you said went AWOL. Y'all think that's enough?"