Robin is stretched out along a low branch of an oak tree, just past the edge of the plaza, where the cobblestones begin to give way to grass. That direction eventually leads to the Wilds. Robin's eyes are closed, but he opens one at the sound of footsteps. At the sight of the very lost-looking soul wandering by, he opens both and pushes himself upright.

The question makes him blink and tilt his head, birdlike, to one side. An interesting quandary--her brother's arrival is inevitable, but her kidnapping is only a possibility? "I don't think I've met your brother," he says. He glances back toward the plaza, then further down the road. "You don't seem to be kidnapped at present. Perhaps you've escaped?"

[OOC: Ahhh this is a welcome blast from the past! ❤]