Robin's mouth remained open throughout his entire speech. How was it possible for someone to be such a genius? Hiding a wire in a bolo tie... Having it be voice activated... And it automatically sent the recordings to these detectives? It was beyond her comprehension. She stared at the Doctor. He was completely unexplainable. So childish, so ridiculous, so absentminded... Was it all just a show? Or was it so terribly difficult being a genius that he had to compensate in other ways?<br/><br/>She shook her head, thinking back on what the Doctor had said earlier. So even when he was teasing her, he was beginning his plans, speaking the four words which would activate the wire. A laugh bubbled up in her throat at the idea of it all. It was just too much to think about, and so she simply stopped, looking at her companions. Smiling, she stood and walked to Harme.<br/><br/>"He did it," she said, wrapping her arms around the cat's frail shoulders. "How does he always do it? You know him; is he always like this?" Then she laughed again, unable to fathom what it must truly be like inside the Doctor's head.<br/><br/>When he said "<em>Bolo ties are cool,"</em>she got another flash of a memory from him. A man, who looked completely different, straightened a fez on top of his head, uttering the same sentence about the peculiar hat. His eyes, though... Could it be the same man? Walking to the Doctor, she planted a large (and purposefully wet) kiss on his cheek before standing back and placing her hands on her hips.<br/><br/>"So tell me," she said slowly, hoping not to trigger one of those bizarre painful episodes (though she doubted she would, since the memory seemed to be of another man entirely), "Are bolo ties cooler... Or are fezzes?"