Robin began to scowl as Gwen berated the Doctor. It wasn't as if everything was his fault... He was doing his best to help, even though he had completely jumbled memories and could easily have escaped in his disappearing time machine. An irrational anger flared in the blonde's chest the more they spoke, and finally she could no longer keep her mouth shut.<br/><br/>"Hey," she said to Gwen, momentarily ignoring the Doctor's question. "Listen. We're doing our best to help. You can't fault the Doctor for not knowing something he hasn't done yet, or something he forgot because he<em>died</em>temporarily, in some sort of horrible accident most likely. In my opinion, everything would go much more smoothly if you just tell us everything you know and stop being so damn hateful. Also, punch the Doctor again and you'll have me to deal with. You can ask him, that's not something you want to do. I pushed the entire consciousness of a plasmic being out of my head."<br/><br/>After giving the beautiful woman a level stare, Robin turned to the Doctor, trying her best to smile.<br/><br/>"It's fine. I'm fine. Really."