It was so odd, but the Doctor's enthusiasm was infectious. Robin found herself almost smiling as they weaved their way through the retreating crowds. It didn't seem to matter that they were heading toward a hostile alien keen on taking their lives with a single touch. All that mattered was that the Doctor was here and she was walking quickly alongside him.<br/><br/>A laugh escaped her as she watched the strange man grab the Butterbeer from the tourist. She wondered if things were always like this for him... Running all the time, chasing dangerous aliens, talking like a character from some kind of Sci-Fi movie. She got the very distinct feeling that it was. Again she saw the image of the rose and the box.<br/><br/>Then he was wiggling the Butterbeer in front of her face. For a second, she looked between it and the Doctor, pondering his statements for a moment. Smiling, she took the drink from him and polished it off, depositing it neatly in a garbage can as they passed it.<br/><br/>"So," she said, "What's the protocol for one's first encounter with an alien?" Giggling madly, she lifted her right hand and gave him the Vulcan salute, spreading her fingers into the recognizable V shape. "Live long and prosper," she said with another laugh. Then something occurred to her and she looked at him ponderously.<br/><br/>"This might sound like a weird question," she said quietly. "But... Would you happen to have any idea why I keep seeing a rose? And some kind of... blue box? The box says something on it but I can never make it out..."