"Well I know it's wet in the UK, and it is here in Florida too, but I really can't imagine wearing that right now. You have to be all sweat under there." Robin wrinkled her nose at the thought but saw that this "Doctor" wasn't paying attention to anything she was saying. He was looking intently at the strange paper and scratching his chin. Her bright green eyes looked at him quizzically. As much as she wanted to be rid of him, he was... intriguing.<br/><br/>And then he was grabbing her. Her protestations were met with little response, and no matter how hard he tried to shake her head, his strong hands held it in place. Finally, she huffed a breath and kept still, letting him babble on and on and turn her head in every direction. He let her go after a moment and she rubbed her neck in irritation.<br/><br/>"If I have neck problems I'm going to sue you," she said, only half-joking. But then the Doctor started saying the strangest things. A human with psychic abilities... Sending a message through the psychic paper... And he produced some new equipment seemingly out of nowhere before looking at them briefly and returning them to his pockets. More nonsense came from him but Robin hardly heard. Her hands were trembling and a horrible sense of foreboding overtook her.<br/><br/>"Who are you?" she asked again, this time her voice a frightened whisper. "Really, who are you?"