Robin made a face at him as he ruffled her hair again. It was a very patronizing gesture, and she didn't like it very much. She knew he was a<em>lot</em>older than her, but he didn't look it, and there was no need to intentionally make her feel like a child. Nonetheless, she made the face, knowing that it was immature.<br/><br/>"Ruffable hair," she muttered, standing again and walking around the cafeteria. "I've never heard something so silly." Turning back as the group began to talk of plans, Robin focused on Harme. She was so brave, risking her own life to keep others safe. Robin only hoped she could be like that one day, facing death in a moment of weakness and still soldiering on.<br/><br/>She flushed at the Doctor's next statement, and scowled at him again. Her hands reached behind her to cover herself again.<br/><br/>"Actually, it's quite uncomfortable," she said stiffly, trying to keep dignified even in the ridiculous gown. "Mistress Harme, would you happen to have any clothes in your-" Robin's hand flew to her head and she sat hard on the floor as something accosted her mind. It was... whispering. Sinister and dark, it resounded in her head almost painfully.<br/><br/>"Doctor," she said as the feeling faded, "I heard something else. Just whispering. I couldn't hear what they were saying, but I definitely heard some scary as hell whispering."