Crowley heard the other man approaching. He couldn't see who it was right away, and he squinted in the darkness to try and make out the figure. He sighed, seeing Robin. "Oh, goody. You." Crowley rolled his eyes. "There's no damsels to save,, you might as well go home."
Robin was not someone Crowley cared to ever see, especially now. So soon after the whole dream thing with Anna, Crowley fully expected an attack of some sort, and without his powers, Crowley would have to rely on his instincts to defend himself. After so many hundreds of years as a demon, he wasn't sure his instincts were trustworthy, any more.