[Perona bristles, and is ready to reach out and snatch back her blanket and pillows - they're all hers, darn it! - but Robin moves before she can get there fast enough. Though what she says is no better, and the poor, dripping young lady tugs her towel closer and puffs up angrily.]

Don't speak nonsense! [Huff, huff.] If that were to have happened, there'd be nothing left of you, woman! G-Get out right this second! You're not welcome here!

[Especially when she's wet and kinda not wearing anything more than a towel.]