Okay, Wash definitely has his hangups, but Robbie's are evidently of an entirely different flavor. "I figure if the sections on this deck were supposed to be private, they'd have set it up that way. Put up barriers, or had the room look different to everyone who walked in, or something." Given that Wash's section is still a sad blank white space, setting the deck up that way would mean he'd spend a hell of a lot less time here. He needs to fix that. He needs to figure out what he can put there that isn't horribly lonely and depressing. He'll tackle that when he has a thought to spare, when he's not focused on a mission or trying to put himself back together from a mission gone wrong.

So basically never.

Which is why he keeps finding himself on the shores of a forest lake on Reach. It might be Chief's, but as long as Wash doesn't intrude, Chief doesn't seem to mind.

But evidently Robbie does. Time for a subject change, or at least a redirect. "Mount Wundagore, huh. Where's that?" Wait. "In your world, I mean. Not on the deck."