Dr Takuto Maruki. Alright then, he’s heard a lot of things about the man but never met him even back in his own world.
And if this is the first impression of the man he gets then it sure is… an impression.

Loki keeps commenting that he looks about ready to keel over at any moment, Robin Hood still insists on being vigilant.
He’s no reason to suspect the man has Ill intentions, but letting his guard down isn’t exactly going to help him.

“Well, I can certainly relate to that” he chuckles quietly, “this place certainly doesn’t hold back with its… extricates” good lord it doesn’t. If there’s another event where he’s turned into a dog he’s going to start biting people.
But maruki clearly doesn’t want him to push about his state.
So he doesn’t.
It’s not relevant for now, but if it comes up later… mental notes and all that.
But seeing the tape, his tape, gets his attention.
He eyes it, then glances at maruki, is he claiming he isn’t sure it’s his? And yet he contacted him so he must be certain he got the right akechi.
Robin Hood snaps to attention tread carefully, okay if that’s how how wants to play it… he plants a pleasant, disarming smile before he responds.

“Ah, yes, I hope so as well. With so many Akechi running around it must be hard to figure out who’s tape is who’s isn’t it?” He rests a hand on his chin. “Especially sine you contacted me. So I can’t help but wonder, did you watch it? If not then how could you be sure it was mine?” He levels maruki a more serious look. “I’d rather you’re honesty in this, I’m sure you can understand that having private memories invaded against one’s wishes can be distressing.”
He’s going to give him the opportunity to admit it himself. He’s almost certain Maruki must have looked at it, especially if he’s a therapist who’s incredibly invested in peoples happiness.
Who wouldn’t take the opportunity to snoop when it’s all but handed to you on a silver platter.
Or a magic vhs tape.