Robin politely and belatedly holds up her own CiD, Delta message in fact still on-screen where she left it.

"Robin," she says, by way of names, with the raise of her arm showing where the sticklike device she pulled from the cache has already been shoved into a coat pocket. She clears her throat. "I'm an exorcist -" in case anyone wondered if the crosses on her gloves were just for show - "with an amateur's experience in incantations and more experience with medical magic than I'd like -" feel free to speculate on the stitching down her face now, everyone, go right ahead - "and I'm good at breaking down doors. Not always intentionally."

Aheh. She pauses, slightly awkward, then adds, "I didn't come unarmed either." She leaves that statement to hang in the air, uncertain of how to explain or where to begin.