"Huh?" Robin is pulled out of his thoughts of birds, blinking back into the conversation. "Oh, that woman from this morning?"

He ends up tossing the tab over his shoulder. It hits the wall uselessly. "Nah, she won't be a problem."

"...that sounds like it could be a problem," Vincent warns.

"What's going to be a problem is if I can't get this guy out of all of this clothing and into the bath before it gets cold." Effectively blowing off any concern about earlier, Robin goes back to the task in front of him. "We'll just have to sweep up later."