"Course I am," he said, grinning at Abby's sudden passion. She was a dynamo stuffed in a very small package, fairly bursting at the seams to do and create and accomplish because that's what she did best. Robb had only caught a glimpse of it online - simultaneously chiding and educating people on animal welfare - but he could see it working now, in full force, behind blue eyes that weren't too far off from his own. Or Weir's, for that matter.
The similarities between man, woman and big cat did not escape him.
"I said I was serious as a heart attack and I meant it." Well aware that their extreme height difference was probably giving her a neck ache, Robb perched his bottom on the edge of a nearby unoccupied desk. Leveling the physical field between himself and Abby.
"And I don't need to get paid or anything. I'm happy to call it volunteering if you are."
Robb knew that zoos and many other wildlife preserves operated solely on grants and the generosity of the public. Nonprofits always ran on a shoestring budget, all but squeezing pennies until they screamed just to keep the lights on and weekly payroll obligations filled. Knowing that, there was absolutely no way he would take any sort of monetary compensation.
Besides, being able to educate and entertain was payment enough in his book.