Robin would have gone back to work, had Tek not hovered back into his peripheral and spoken up about something. Having lost the track again, he turns his head to look fully in the direction of the person half-sitting on his desk. He fixes him with a flat look, though his palm is now partly-smashed against his mouth as a result of being too lazy to move it from where he had been using it prop up his head against the desk.

"Sort of."

It takes him an extra couple of seconds to say anything else as he stares, blearily trying to fight off the thought that Tek is a much more interesting subject than whatever he's reading about... Even if he's also the reason he's reading in the first place.

"Just enough to stall... But I think I'm getting close to something, with these..."

He glances back at his papers again... They can't take anything out with them, so unless he wants to dig through all of this again some other day, he really needs to finish what's left in his pile. It's just a few more articles and a couple of boxes of census cards, shouldn't take more than an hour...