Bouncing on the balls of his feet, Robb was more than ready to go on a bit of a walkabout. Pleased beyond measure that he'd gotten her seal of approval regarding Weir - not to mention a bit of a compliment for himself, too. Those never went unnoticed.
Not everyone understood or accepted his choice to take in a wild animal and raise it like it was one of his own. Many thought he was quite off his nutter or breaking all sorts of moral and ethical codes. The sheer amount of time, effort and money Robb had spent shipping Weir from Russia, only to have her sit in federally mandated quarantine for months until she got the 'all clear' and he could bust her out of what amounted to jail for animals was testament to how much he loved her, and the great lengths he was willing to go.
Robb had done it all because he just couldn't bear the idea of leaving her behind. That just would have been cruel.
"Yes, please," he said, already casting his gaze toward the exit. While it was nice to look at turtles and snakes and all sorts of reptilian creatures (what small part remaining of the boy inside a man's body didn't think that was just brilliant?) but he was more than ready to get out and explore the grounds and meet with a few of the zookeepers. Get their opinions and maybe exchange tips and swap a few tales.