Though she rolled her eyes again, Robin had to laugh along with the Doctor. He knew how to make her feel better, and she was thankful for it. He was a rotten liar, though. Sighing, she followed him through the forest, and her hand flew to her mouth at the scene of slaughter out in the field. Blood and weapons were scattered everywhere, and the Vikings' eyes were open and unseeing.<br/><br/>She agreed with everything he was saying. It was senseless, violent, and horrible. It seemed hard to imagine, that people could live like this and not want to change it. But when he began to exclaim about the number of bodies, she was puzzled.<br/><br/>"What does that mean?" she asked, her hands on her hips. "Why is eleven bizarre?"