Once a Marine always a Marine. Gibbs was pulled out of his own thoughts as soon as Robin stepped into the kitchen. He didn't have to have met him to know who he was. Pale blue eyes caught the back of the man that was none other than Robin Hood. For some reason He had thought he'd be older. He was a kid. No older than McGee, no doubt.
Gibbs felt like he should say something. But what did you say? What did he say? So rather than bridge that gap, he simply grunted an acknowledgment. He would wait until Robin turned around to offer an upward jerk of his head.
His gaze shifted to the coffee pot. Glaring at it he almost willed it to finish. This was the downside, one of the many though he wasn't one to complain, of living here. The coffee shop probably wasn't open yet.