Tears sprang to Robin's eyes as she listened to the Doctor's story. She wondered why she was crying so much; the time she'd broken her leg on a swing set she hadn't even shed one tear, and here she was, choked up at a story about aliens. Maybe it was just "one of those days" that a lot of people seemed to have. Wiping her eyes, she smiled at the Doctor, unaware of how the scar on her face made her left lip droop a little.<br/><br/>"You're right, Doctor," she said softly. "That is a wonderful story. Thank you for telling me." She reached out a hand and placed it on the Doctor's, giving it a little squeeze. At his next question, she smiled again.<br/><br/>"I feel great," she said genuinely. "I feel better than ever. Good as new. No pain, nothing. This place is a miracle. And I know I'm horrible to look at, but please don't stare at the scar so much. Your eyes might break." As ever, she made a joke. Serious situations were not her forte, and it usually fell to her to lighten a situation.