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<br/>​</div>Much like the initiation itself, their Grimm Studies course seemed fraught with danger.  Heavy armor, a lethal miasma, deadly physical armaments...the Trikelton seemed a most deadly foe for groups of young hunters to encounter.  Yet it wasn't their mission to engage, but merely observe: and Robin was an excellent observer.  He rolled his eyes at Lenora's flirtatious antics, making a rude hand gesture: Lenora responded herself with a few of her own, and Robin chuckled as he headed back to his team.  Silence was the best option while he listened to K's instructions.<br/><br/>Still, he glared at Nekro's idle comments.  Oh,<i>he</i>was hard to work with.  Somehow, everyone seemed to give that moron a pass.  Sure,<i>Nekro</i>could shirk class, miss group meetings, and run around with his generally douchebag persona and no one seemed to ask any questions.  Of course, K had decided to target<i>him</i>for initial critique despite Robin's insistence in not saying anything either for or against Nekro.  He met her stern gaze with a dispassionate expression of his own, a petulant look on his features as he waited for her little reprimand to finish.  Such behavior reeked of obnoxious favoritism...but now was not the time for idle conflict.  Akena's endeavor as leader was a fledgling affair.  He'd grant her time to make mistakes, to watch Nekro cast her misplaced trust aside.  Perhaps she'd learn in time: if not, a different team composition could prove more desirable.<br/><br/>He'd grant K the respect beholden to a team leader - for now.<br/><br/>The task at hand would be one well-suited to Robin's expertise, his idle thoughts eagerly falling away at the premise of research.  Observation, analysis, data collection had been drilled into him from a very young age - and while he didn't carry a notebook, his Scroll had voice-recording software.  Provided the chaos wouldn't interfere with voice-controlled data collection, he could safely record any information regarding this new species of Grimm.  That, combined with three or four sample vials?  Robin would have all the information his team needed for an excellent post-action report.  His right hand trailed idly over<i>Velocitus'</i>form, a meditative gesture of sorts as he pondered the possible team compositions.  Their five-man team wouldn't divide evenly and he doubted Professor Roan would be open to anyone attempting a solo affair.  One team of two, one team of three.  But as for composition?<br/><br/>"We should use two teams; one with three members, one with two.  As for team compositions, since you've previously observed Karmyne and Shiro's capabilities I'll leave the selection up to you.  I am also rather adept in close-range combat given the second form of my weapon, and can provide defensive and offensive support during combat."  As if to remind K, Robin cast a Physical Ward on his own chest, a faint white glow illuminating the front of his body.  "Perhaps both teams could spread out to sweep a larger area?  They should keep in touch via scroll just in case."<br/><br/>With that, Robin fell silent once more.  He wasn't particularly invested in K listening to any of them.  If she chose to take his advice, fine.  If not, so be it.  He'd follow the script, perform his duties, and let any unsatisfactory result fall on the shoulders of those responsible.