He shushes her immediately. Dragons, oh my god. He hadn't even thought of that, but, now that the thought has been spoken aloud, Tim's certain that Maleficent's dragon form is in the Arena somewhere, lurking and hungering. He won't be going near the castle anytime soon. "Don't give them any ideas. They have enough of their own."

He looks her over, taking in the ridiculous female costume up close for the first time. The skirt looks cumbersome, but he can't come up with a delicate way to offer to help shorten it. He wished that it was someone else here, anyone else, because Stephanie... complicated matters. Part of the beauty of having a huge chunk of his life taken up by the Red Robin identity was that he never had to completely deal with anything emotionally messy. Lately, any emotion was messy. There were residuals. He wanted to stick to her like glue and forcibly keep her alive.

"Fighting, yes. I haven't see any monsters yet," Tim says, wondering what tipped her off to the skirmishes. Maybe he's not carrying the bruises as well as he thought. He has to distribute his weight more naturally in the future, lest a hostile picks up on weak spots. "There's some definite genetic engineering here. Cannibalistic ducks, for example. Have you seen them?"

She looked too clean to have been in the Arena for the entire round. "When did you get here?"