It was truly incredible to watch the Doctor work. The gears turning in his head were almost visible. He was a genius. Crazy, yes; ridiculous, yes; infuriating, yes, but a genius nonetheless. Robin wondered how long someone would have to travel the universe to gain the sort of knowledge and logical skill that he could pull out so easily.<br/><br/>Her head snapped up to look at him when he reached his conclusion, and her eyes widened in shock. Harme had thought of<em>every</em>conceivable cure, but had also thought of how to create<em>every</em>conceivable virus... The scale of this was too enormous to think of, and Robin stood up and paced the floor. If someone got hold of Harme's knowledge, they could not just take over the Earth, but the whole universe.<br/><br/>Suddenly, a strange thought entered her head. Her eyes searched everyone in the room, but the thought came from neither the Doctor, Harme, or Rogan. The image she saw was simply Harme's catlike face. It was the only thought in the person's head, and for some reason, Robin felt very nervous because of it.<br/><br/>"Doctor," she said softly, grabbing his arm. "I don't mean to interrupt, but I just saw something. Someone not in this room is focused on Mistress Harme's face. And I mean focused on it."