Yes, her idea was probably the logical one. Darrian mused this over. Of course, things were never as simple as him just waltzing next door and getting the information he wanted. Well, he had just waltzed into places before...but he was fairly certain that that was not the answer this time. Perhaps, once he was sure there was alien activity, then he would waltz in. But until then? Well, you couldn't charge into a place and ask if there were any aliens about. That would just get him locked up in all probability.
"Well, it's not a thing. It's more...information of a sort," He tried to think of a way to put it simply, "Like the police. They look for information, don't they? Something like that." Distractedly, he glanced at the door. Nope, nothing. Hmm...perhaps his suspicions were correct then.
Realizing he might be seen as being rude, he turned back to his companion (Wait, he wasn't going to use that word. That suggested permanent sort of things. He turned back to his...acquaintance? Sidekick? Ally?) Anyway, he turned back to Robin and smiled.
"Do you know what's in coffee?" Of course, the randomness of his question didn't seem so random in his 300-year old head. Actually, it seemed like a vital sort of question to ask, especially at this moment. No doubt she would think him a little strange though
{Darrian: 2/5, 2}