[Robbie actually pulls the communicator away from his ear and stares at it for a second, like he's not sure if this superspy shit is actually happening to him. Strange calls demanding his help like they know where he is even though he's just making his way down a city street.
Like, he knows Daisy Johnson, and by extension her whole mess of SHIELD friends, so he shouldn't be that surprised. (He still is, somehow.)
He almost grudgingly holds the phone back up to his face. Debates opening with are you kidding me? or just simply no, but grits his teeth and settles for:]
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Like, he knows Daisy Johnson, and by extension her whole mess of SHIELD friends, so he shouldn't be that surprised. (He still is, somehow.)
He almost grudgingly holds the phone back up to his face. Debates opening with are you kidding me? or just simply no, but grits his teeth and settles for:]
This better be good.