Trauma
Robin scoffs, "Well then, your reasons aren't good enough! Why did you think any of this would be a good idea?!"
Ramsey's eyes widen, and he feels a sudden pang of hurt. "I, well, I thought it would be a good idea for you to confront him," he admits, shifting his weight uncomfortably.
Robin's jaw tightens, and she takes another step from Ramsey, her eyes narrowing.
"Confront him? Ramsey, you know how much that man terrifies me. How could you do that to me?"
Ramsey raises his hands placatingly, a nervous chuckle escaping his lips.
"Come on, Robin, it wasn't that bad. You seemed to be holding your own in there."
Robin's expression darkens, and she lets out an exasperated sigh. "Holding my own? Ramsey, he tried to _kill_ me! And you just threw me into that situation without any warning."