For Robin, the why, how, or what were all part and parcel within each other. If she knew why she'd been taken and brought here, she thought she'd have a better understanding of how she was to survive. Play by 'their' rules? Defy their expectations? And knowing what they expected of her would guide that, too.
"We have to prepare. I think that's all we have to do right now. And assume that something bad will happen." She hadn't been in Marrowood for very long before the sirens had rang out and the darkness had come. Robin wasn't banking on that being just a one-time thing.
Robin finished the remainder of her water and looked Barney over as he turned to face her, glad he was finally coming around to the practicalities of their situation. It wasn't something she'd ever seen from him in her timeline of knowing him. Robin liked the new side of him, the evidence that Barney could be something more than just a guy in a suit who liked to schmooze on women.
"I've looked for ammo and haven't found any. With my luck, it's being kept in the hospital -- which I hear is really fucking creepy." Robin hadn't felt the need to press that and venture out to explore that building while she was in this condition. "But I don't know what else we can do without guns. It kind of seems like..."
Robin gritted her teeth before voicing aloud her biggest concern. "We're sitting ducks here, you know? Dying is inevitable."