[Don patiently accepts the scrutiny, trying to school his expression into something Robert can understand.]
I don't know. Buffy told me... [He trails off, furrows his brow, scratches his snout.] Listen, Robert... if you left Luceti, what time of year was it when you left?
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I don't know. Buffy told me... [He trails off, furrows his brow, scratches his snout.] Listen, Robert... if you left Luceti, what time of year was it when you left?