"Yeah, I suppose," Robin says as he dumps himself heavily into the swiveling leather office chair behind his desk. He lifts his curly head to stare across the space at Nuriko with a question in his green eyes. He isn't quite used to this tone of voice of hers, and he wonders immediately what it means.

"I don't suppose this is about business?" he says, quickly steepling his hands on the surface of his desk. It doesn't sound like she's here to beg for a day off on the schedule. No, Robin supposes she wants something more personal, perhaps a favor. He isn't always the kindest, where favors are concerned, but Nuriko has never asked for much from him, and she's been a good employee. Both are important to him.

Moreover, he considers her a friend, whether he's volunteered the word or not in reference to their relationship, whatever it is.