"Well thank you dear, I like you too," Robin replied to Gwen simply, the smile never leaving her face. Her fierce desire to have this strange crew like and trust her did not show on her face. She knew that simple words would never make it happen, that she would have to somehow prove herself to them. Steel formed inside her as she looked at all of their faces.<br/><br/>She would do whatever she needed to do.<br/><br/>When Strax jumped onto the table, Robin let out a loud laugh, watching the deformed-looking man put his fists in the air. She was really getting to like Strax, even if he was a war-hungry dwarf. Her eyes scanned the room as they all continued talking, taking everything in. It seemed a long shot, but if the Doctor had some sort of plan, Robin had faith.<br/><br/>She could see the fierce looks that all of the women were giving the Doctor. It was hard not to smile... It seemed that no matter where the Doctor went, he would always be surrounded by some sort of mob of angry women. Robin chuckled as she realized she wasn't sure whether to be amused or perhaps jealous. How strange, she thought, shaking her head.<br/><br/>Another laugh bubbled from her as Strax flounced his way to the weapons closet, but the laugh died as he pulled out the gun. Her mouth popped open.<br/><br/>"Ooh, I like that." She then shook her head. "Wait. Do I like guns? No, no I don't think I do. That's heinous." But she still laughed at his comment about having found the weapon. Hopefully if the tiny warrior made it through the oncoming battle and so did she, they would be friends. Of a sort... Robin wasn't quite sure how good of friends one could be with a Sontaran.<br/><br/>"Everyone," she said, her voice soft but still carrying. "I'm not going to let you down. But if I do... the Doctor and Strax are guarding me. And you can bet that dear Strax would not hesitate to turn my brain into paste. Isn't that right, Straxy boy?"