If someone comes at you. Don't be afraid to pull out the shit, LaRusso taught you.

His gaze flickers, if momentarily, away at the mention of Mister LaRusso. Pull out what LaRusso taught him, huh - which begs the question of how much his dad knows about the time he's missing, missed, whatever that's about.

That it's former Sensei LaRusso. That it was Sensei Silver. Sensei Kreese.

He should tell him. But Robby can't immediately where they are right now, the talk they're currently having, so he focuses on his dad and nods as he agrees to his terms. It'll come eventually. There's a lot he deserves to own up to, than just calling out his dad for his blunders.

"I know the way." Correction: he has a vague idea of the way, but it's better than the one he took to get here (and better than when he ended up in Gaze). Robby shifts on his feet, turning slightly towards the way he came. "--I'll let you get back to - this."

This is accompanied by a nod at the dojo; training, readying for a lesson, whatever his dad's plans were before he walked in through the door and interrupted.