"Not bad. The warmth needs work, but you'll have tons of opportunities to compliment me." Babbling, he stepped into the room before enough time had passed to draw a conclusion about whether or not he was welcome. This was a 'kidnapping' after all. Robbie wasn't giving Querl an opportunity to lock himself in his room.

The stark room was sad, but not shocking. Robbie had connected Brainy working with the Legion of Superheroes to himself being a Thunderbolt before. He'd been wrong about it - and the personality restraints - being forced on Querl, but the groundwork was laid for accepting this similarity. Robbie had lived in empty rooms as well, with nothing to distract him and yank him free of his thoughts.

He got it. Brainy has a lot on his mind, with dreaming up ways to get the missing Legionnaires back and redeem himself. Robbie won't offer appreciation for the self-imposed harsh simplicity. That's for people like himself, people that don't deserve nice things, and even he's given it up in favor of a look that puts his friends at ease.

He spent too long staring at nothing and everything before he glanced at the options. Gray and gray. Robbie wished he could offer his own soft blue shirt in jest, but that would bring its own awkwardness. "Neither. I say let's have a good time, and you say austere and dour. First stop, we're getting you real clothes. Color. Pattern. Neon."

Maybe they could get something for the room, too.