Robin's mood lightened considerably in the elevator. It seemed like things were returning to normal; everyone was flirting and teasing and getting along quite well. It was almost easy to forget that an army of nearly indestructible mutants were waiting to exterminate all of them. A smile stretched across Robin's lips, one filled with a strange sort of excitement.<br/><br/>"You can't help him for admiring my legs, Doctor," the girl said. "These pants do make them look rather stunning. As if you didn't know that already... As for your question, Lieutenant, he's a little hesitant. So I'm available if you're asking." She tossed him a wink before smiling sunnily up at the Doctor. The smile didn't even leave her face when the doors opened and revealed the waiting Dalek.<br/><br/>Its screeching voice accosted her ears, but her smile only grew wider as the seasoned warriors jumped at it and sliced it open. It seemed amazing that apparently normal swords could pierce that armor... But she realized they probably<em>weren't</em>normal swords. Adrenaline pumped almost visibly through Robin's veins as they sprinted past the wounded Dalek, its irritated screaming echoing after them.<br/><br/>"Doctor!" she called, grabbing his hand. "Is it messed up that I'm having fun?"