The whole time the Doctor spoke, Robin's grin grew wider and brighter. Here he was again, her Doctor, cheeky and awkward and brilliant. A laugh escaped her as he explained what Romana had said in her letter. One finger drifted down to the pocket which contained Robin's own letter. She wondered what it would say... She was almost too scared to read it.<br/><br/>But of course, she would.<br/><br/>As the Doctor studied her, Robin placed her hands on her hips, jutting one out to the side jauntily. The laughter in her eyes danced madly as he awkwardly tried to describe what she looked like. Robin had, of course, seen herself in a mirror before leaving the cell... She just wanted to see the Doctor squirm. It was oh so much fun, his squirming.<br/><br/>When he walked away, she jogged and caught up to him, slapping his bum before flouncing off in front of him, hips swaying. She reached the door and turned back, leaning against the frame and waiting for him.<br/><br/>"Oh I'll keep it up," she said conspiratorially. "Especially if you get all flustered like this when you look at me." One blue eye closed in a wink before she followed him back into the bunker.<br/><br/>"Now tell me, Doctor, why do I have the sudden urge to wear boots and get a tattoo?"