Re: Robert and Dora
At her reply, his eyes met hers in a moment of shared mischief, happy that she was willing to play along and didn't seem irritated that he didn't want to tell her what costumes he was thinking of. The more he thought about it, the more he was leaning toward Captain Jack Sparrow--and even if she didn't catch the reference, she would still likely recognize him as a pirate. And he could introduce her to the movies, even if only by lending them to her.
Robert chuckled at her thickened brogue, enjoying the sound of it in that moment perhaps because it was obvious she'd done it on purpose. As prickly as she claimed to be, he really was enjoying talking to her in person as much as he had in word, and he couldn't help if her self perception was simply a reflection of a beaten down self esteem. He knew enough of her history to know she'd not had it easy, though he'd not looked into her past personally, rather just remembered vague things that had cropped up in the news over the years.
When the girl came up to them--and really, she was barely more than that, which combined with the uniform made Robert feel just a bit... wrong about the way she kept intruding on his personal space. He tried--oh, how he tried!--to keep a friendly smile on his face, though he knew it had shifted to his awkward, slightly uncomfortable smile that he could never seem to hide with fans like her. He thanked her for the compliments, but kept bringing his hands to her shoulders so he could gently ease her away from his body.
After a few moments, Robert's eyes lifted to meet Dora's, his misery not nearly as well-hidden as he'd have preferred. It was so much more difficult handling these types of fans in this sort of setting, and he didn't want to hurt the girl's feelings, but good god, she needed to back off already.