Robin felt a surge of pride as the Doctor complimented her on her questioning skills. It was strange, but she felt a certain need to impress these strangers. They had all been a big part of the Doctor's life, or they wouldn't be here... They must have all done magnificent things for him to want them all at this most dire of times. Robin wanted to feel like she belonged... And at this moment, she felt like she did.<br/><br/>When her companion's eyes turned cold, she heard the echo of the 'question' they were talking about. She couldn't recall exactly what it was, but she had the feeling that she'd asked herself the question many times... And maybe even asked the Doctor himself. Tilting her head to the side, she listened, but nothing became clearer. With a sigh, she turned back to the current conversation.<br/><br/>With some puzzlement, the blonde accepted her pair of 3D glasses, wondering how in the world they were supposed to protect her from becoming like the others in the room... Nearly lifeless, fading quickly. Putting the glasses on, she looked at the room through the distorting lenses. They were already making her dizzy, and she shook her head.<br/><br/>Then, for seemingly no reason, she reached in her pocket. A frown touched her lips as her fingers brushed against paper and pen. Pulling them out, she looked at them. It was the paper upon which she'd drawn the Silent and written their conversation with it. Robin had no idea when she'd gotten it, or how, because the last person she'd seen holding it was the Doctor. A thought occurred to her then.<br/><br/>"Doctor," she said, showing him the writing tools. "Should I try to write it down again?"