He didn't miss the proper observation, and of course not the accompanying question, and Robby wishes he had pockets in this stupid bathrobe to do something with how put on the spot he feels. Instead he folds his arms, a flick of his head as he tries to feel a little more comfortable.

"Yeah." So? You going to tell me there's sharks around here? No, he is not allowing an opening into that. He'll settle for a shrug. "--So? Place must get new people all the time."

It's not untrue, Robby knows that much, but he can't sell any confidence to the statement.