Robin will let go of their hand within a few feet of the woman so that he can drop down to her height, crouching there on the dirty cave floor. She does not react, at first, continuing her intent drumming.

"Hey friend," Robin asks her, "How's business?"

When he asks, her drumming abruptly stops, the last couple of notes falling off to silence as two narrow, distrusting green eyes dart up at Robin, and then up at the weird, pale person standing behind him.

"...Business is booming," she replies. Her voice is slow and raspy, does nothing to inform of her actual age, "Looks like you found a friend."

"Sure did," he reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out a crumpled pack of cigarettes, immediately offering her two of them out of the box in what seems like a very practiced, natural gesture.

Her eyes flash down to the offered trade, barely a second before she reaches out to snatch them up, putting one unlit between her lips and the other into a hidden pocket somewhere on her person.

That seems to be the end of their exchange, as Robin stands back up again.