"Doctor," Robin pointed out, taking a thoughtful bite of her own slice of pizza, "since when do I need any help being a mistress of destruction? I recently was almost involved in a wedding that could have wiped out several races from existence, not to mention the fact that every time you look at me you almost have a heart attack." Her grin was wide and her eyes sparkled. Turning to her new flatmate, she placed her hands on her hips.<br/><br/>"Don't listen to the Doctor's braggadocio," she said, rolling her eyes and winking. "He's not all he thinks he is. In answer to<em>your</em>questions, no, none of that should bother me... In fact I think we're going to get along quite well. I don't sleep much myself and I have a feeling there might be a few explosions from my own room... So as long as we're on the same page as far as that goes I think we're good."<br/><br/>For a moment she seemed to think, then grinned mischievously as she looked between Nitro and the Doctor. A giggle worked its way out of her and she clapped a little madly.<br/><br/>"I do have a condition about the motorbike, though," she said. "You can only work on it as long as you teach me how to drive! And can I see your tattoo? What kind of alien is on the bike? Also I may have... visitors... at certain odd times... You'll be okay with that, yeah?" After thinking about this for a second her eyes widened and she hastily continued. "I mean... Not<em>those</em>kinds of visitors, more like... work associates."