Robin stopped abruptly at the sound of such a familiar, and unwelcome, voice. At the same time that he turned toward the sound of that voice, he drew and arrow and knocked it, his aim unwaveringly fixed on his enemy.
"Gisborne. Why am I not surprised to find you have something to do with this?" His tone was casual, cocky even. He wouldn't give Gisborne the satisfaction of knowing he was unsettled by his lack of knowledge regarding their surroundings. Would not even give him the pleasure of asking where they were.
He took in the other man's appearance, noting the lack of a sword. There must have been others. Gisborne would not leave himself so defenceless if he did not have protection from others corners. Though he kept his bow raised, he glanced briefly in each direction, tempted to look behind himself but unwilling to take his eyes fully off Gisborne, just yet.