There's one other person who clearly looks like she wants to go home, and Robin feels a sense of camaraderie as he approaches Bernadetta. His card's already in his hand, but he decides to be cautious about it. "If you would sign this, I'd greatly appreciate it." After a moment's pause, he tilts his head to the side and frowns. "Are you feeling alright? To be honest, formal events as such aren't my scene either. I feel out rather out of place." For different reasons, of course.
She’d found herself a moment of quiet in her stressed out misery, and Bernie had fully intended to take it. With her eyes closed as she tried to slow her breathing, she’d failed to notice the stranger approaching her. She flinched violently before turning to the person. She stared at him, and then his card, before her brain finally caught up to her.
“O-oh! Really? Um, okay.”
She took the card and stamped it before quickly passing it back. “I’m okay. I, um. I don’t really like events like this.” She confessed. He didn’t seem to either, so at least he wouldn’t expect her to take part in anything. For now, at least. “I’ll be happy when it’s all over and we can go back to acting like nothing’s happening.”