"Dingus," Robin agrees. She shakes his hand like they've just made some kind of oath and then relaxes in her seat. "God, it's been a weird week." Sitting in Steve's apartment feels like the first time she's had a chance to catch her breath ever since Dustin showed up, ate a U.S.S. Butterscotch, and announced he found a Russian code. Before this, the bathroom floor was the first time she'd felt any kind of normal and it's the same feeling now.

Robin squeezes his hand and lets go at last, standing up with the towel still in hand. "So, good talk, but I still smell like Evil Russian Lair and butterscotch. I'm gonna take that shower now." Because she's exhausted and gross and right now nothing in the world sounds better than taking a nice hot shower and then eating pizza with her best friend.

"You know, I thought it was trippy as hell that I might die in that room with Steve 'the Hair' Harrington? But this whole friendship thing? Even trippier." She grins. "I like it."