I can take a look at that in a bit, if you want.

[ Of course Robin knows how to take care of a bad shoulder.

She gets his jacket, hangs it in the closet, clasps her hands in front of her skirt to join him. There's a chair for him to sit down on. ]

I don't — really want to carry any weapons on me. [ Faked discomfort. She clears her throat. ] Where have you looked?