"They don't?" Robin wasn't sure if she should believe that. The chanting was getting louder. Maybe they were waiting until she left. They'd whisper behind her back. She'd hear it everywhere she went, be bullied and worse. Or the stranger was right, and the Russians had a way of sending messages directly into her brain. Life was messed up when that was the better option. "Are you sure?"
Robin did her best to stay focused on him. She thought she saw judgement all around. She was convinced a customer was pointing at her. She glanced to the customer, watching just long enough to see that he was just excited about a bin of marked down items. She looked back to Bucky with wide eyes. The lowered voice helped her; she had to concentrate to hear it over the chants. She nodded at his question. "Yeah. I'm Robin. New to the station and whatever this is."