Good, that was settled. Now came the problem of the sword. Kenshin wasn't about to let Robin handle the sakabatou. Maybe the sheath, if he needed to, but not the sword itself. "We'll have to start with the pole in this one's closet, if that's all right." It would take a little creative maneuvering to get it out, with the rurouni's one working arm and Robin's obvious...lack of much physical strength, but they could probably manage it.

"Or we could use the scabbard to this one's--oro?" Those were definite footsteps. Kenshin looked up to see a young woman, probably around Robin's age, walking up. She was wearing the uniform so...another patient? "May we be of help?" he asked kindly.