He wonders how likely it is everyone will make it. No - rather, he knows that it's unlikely to happen. Or so he feels that in his chest, a pessimistic belief despite the reassurance voiced. But it's not to do with anything that Chizuru says or the way he says it. It's just life, isn't it? That some people are unfortunate, while others aren't; and sometimes, life just turns out that way.

But when Robby looks back at her, there's a twitch by the side of his mouth, a smile that doesn't really become that. He takes his focus back onto his limbs, eyes glancing down on his body (naked -- and there's a more noticeable twisting in his gut of his state, getting ever close to shame and embarrassment) but rises again to her question. A side glance, thinking. His name, his name.

"I'm..." There's a sound on the tip of his tongue, as far as it'll go. Annoyance pinches at his brow before he looks back at her, the tug to the side of his mouth this time apologetic. "I'm a guy. I know I have one-"

But he'll leave the obvious spoken without words. Turns his head instead to the clothing beside the girl, nods to it.

"You mind?"

The motion isn't fluid, but he opens the palm of his free hand, not yet outstretched but waiting.