After Kat's outburst (which Robert had failed to answer, because the answer was
obvious), everything had gone too quiet, too soon. Robert stared at the two, back and forth, until finally his eyes narrowed when Mark started whispering. He wished he could walk, just then, just so he could get up out of the chair and show Mark just how good of a bodyguard he could be. But he couldn't. So he didn't.
And that was just life.
"I'm leavin'." He grumped. "She don't need no bodyguard. In fact, bro? If anyone needs a bodyguard right now, it's you. She's already hit you once - as soon as I leave, she's probably going to beat you senseless with your own lightsaber."
His cocky grin was back, as he saluted and spun his wheels. "See ya."