Robin had to laugh at his comparison of himself to the two famous figures. Her eyes were red from weeping, and she felt a strange sense of dread and excitement, but she was happy nonetheless. As he busied himself pulling on his anorak and jumping about the TARDIS, she sat back on the little rail, just watching him punching buttons with his toes. It made her giggle. Though he was an ancient, advanced alien, he really seemed like a little kid.<br/><br/>"You're nothing like Santa," she said conversationally. "But you're more nothing like Edward Cullen. I mean, hopefully. If you want to drink my blood, the deal's off." It was nice, teasing him again instead of trying to cheer him up. But being with the Doctor was proving to be an emotional roller coaster, all really intense ups and downs, seemingly from one second to the next. If she wasn't careful, she'd need to find a prescription for lithium to help with the bipolar disorder that was sure to result.<br/><br/>She thought for a moment at his suggestion of going to the past, and then she shrugged. Smiling at him and scratching at her scar, she said, "I'll go wherever you want to go. Elvis? Sure. Just take me and I'll go willingly."