As Leonardo begins to speak, Robert timidly turns to face him, propping his head up on his hands. He looks less anxious now; doesn't hunch over as far, doesn't hug his legs to his body with the same bowstring-taut panic. Having the Turtle's words to concentrate on is helping to ease his fears.

So is the thought of Leonardo as a small child. He remembers it from the event, the small curious Turtle who was his companion for those first few days in a world that was very strange to both of them. It's something that actually makes a small smile break out on his face, even as he considers more soberly the feeling of being outside, being able to show one's face when one has never been able to before...

"... I would... c-certainly hope so. Though surely you could not be so poor a sensei...?" To his understanding, they've been trained since they were very young. Even as children, they probably understood more about fighting than many adults.