"Really?" the Doctor asked with surprise. "The British wear anoraks all the time during the summer. How else are they supposed to keep dry?" he sounded as if he was joking, but it was hard to tell since his attention was now focused on the paper that he held. He stared at it with that same intense confusion before scratching his unshaven chin and glancing up at Robin.<br/><br/>"Now that's odd..." he said quietly. "I got this message the moment I landed in Florida. All of the circumstances point to you being the one to send it to me." He got to his feet and before Robin could protest, grabbed her head in his hands and began to move it from side to side. "But you can't read the message... you couldn't have sent it to me. If you had sent it to me you would be able to read it, but instead your brain is trying to scrub it out like a dirty spot." He was quiet for a moment as he tilted her head left and right, but eventually he let her head go and grinned that odd pearly grin once again.<br/><br/>"That's quite interesting... a human with latent telepathic abilities. If you wanted to I bet you could send me a message through the psychic paper, but you don't know what you're capable of yet." The Doctor reached into his pocket and pulled out a new device: an odd set of divining rods with a plus and minus sign etched into each of them. He held them into the air above him and stared blankly at them before smirking and pocketing them again.<br/><br/>"Well, this has been fun," he said with a grin. "I'm sure you think that you're thinking that I'm so looney man playing a trick on you or you're going doolally from over working yourself, but let me assure you that you're only about..." he stopped to consider what he was about to say, "...two thirds right."