He might as well be speaking Russian at the moment because Robin's just lost. Actually, she'd probably have a much easier time if it was Russian. Demogorgons and Mind Flayers sound like something out of those fantasy games that people complain are promoting Satanism. Not her area of nerdy expertise.

"Later on, when my head's not spinning, you're going to need to sit down and spell all of this out for me because about twenty-four hours ago, the scariest thing in the world was that Russian guy with the really big gun. Which is still terrifying but..." But so much smaller than an interdimensional monster.

Stepping into the store, Robin can tell a few dirty looks are getting sent her way but she just tips her chin up and tries to look haughty. "Joke's on you, Harrington. I always check the clearance rack first." Glancing around, though, even the sale prices seem impossibly high.