The cafeteria. How strange. Robin had thought that in such an efficient hospital, there would be no need for a cafeteria. Maybe the family members needed somewhere to eat, or the staff. Shaking her head, she wondered why her thoughts were in such a jumble... Psychic backlash. Perhaps that was it. She hoped fervently that it didn't have too long-lasting effects, because she didn't like feeling so scatterbrained.<br/><br/>She walked to Harme's side and took her hand gently before answering the Doctor's questions. It just felt like she should know that Robin didn't blame her for anything. When the cat looked up at her, Robin smiled, and the cat returned the gesture. With a nod, Robin left to stand by the Doctor, hoping he would stay still for a few minutes.<br/><br/>"I'm fine," she said with another smile. "A little woozy and I can't really control my thoughts all that well, but I don't feel any pain or quite as strange as I did a few minutes ago. What can I do to help?" She tugged nervously on the little gold locket that hung around her neck, a habit she'd had since she could remember.