"Yes," she said, eyeing the Doctor with one eyebrow raised, "I met your first self, remember?" She laughed and winked at him. "Besides, Doctor, no matter how many boys drool and wink over me, not one of them could even<em>hope</em>to be capable of handling me. And I believe I heard you call me sweet and innocent? You certainly are a kidder, aren't you."<br/><br/>Robin stepped close to the Doctor, her body again pressed to his like it had been when they were dancing. Placing a finger on his shoulder, she trailed it down his arm and back up, pressing just hard enough so that he'd feel it through his shirt. Again she looked up at him with wide eyes.<br/><br/>"So, I'm going to need a flat," she said. "And some bed linens... And some things to decorate... And I need to get enrolled - preferably under a different last name... And school supplies... And decorations..."<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>A couple of hours later, Robin burst into her new, spacious flat. Placing several bags on the ground, she cupped her hands around her mouth and called out loudly, the noise bouncing off the walls of the large living room and kitchen.<br/><br/>"Hello, new flatmate!" she yelled, a wide smile on her face. "Are you there? Are you a Texan? Can you cook? Do you like scary movies? Are you there??"