"You call<em>me</em>an idiot, and yet your entire plan centers around me," Robin said with the same smile on her face. "So I'm wondering... what does that make you?" But then the Toymaker was speaking, and the room had fallen silent.<br/><br/>Robin watched the Toymaker with a blank expression on her face. His words washed over her like so much water; she didn't let them penetrate. Of all the times to panic, now was most certainly not the time, and so she tried to ignore everything. Instead, she looked at Gwen and the others, willing them to be strong if this should turn ugly.<br/><br/>She would fight saying yes, she knew she would, but the Doctor might not show up for a while yet. It was obvious that the Master would threaten her new friends if she didn't comply, but Robin was sincerely hoping that none of them would have to die. If she could just get him to hold out... They might have a chance...<br/><br/>The Toymaker was speaking the words. The final words... When the Master said "I do" Robin's hearts started to pound. The Toymaker asked her the question twice, with such a space in between that it would have been the perfect moment for the Doctor's dramatic entrance... But there was no TARDIS. Nothing whatsoever. Robin sighed, looking up at the Master as he pulled her hair.<br/><br/>Slowly, she let her eyes fill with what would look like despair. Tears started leaking from their corners and her mouth turned down in the saddest frown she could manage. But then... after a moment... The look disappeared. Again, she made the Master watch as her expression filled with joy, and her lips parted in that dazzling, flirty, completely cheeky way.<br/><br/>Then, she spoke two words.<br/><br/>"Expecto Patronum."