Once again, Robin found herself smiling as they ran. Death, destruction, and fire were raining down all around them, and yet... She was at the Doctor's side, running and screaming and trying to save the day. The smile vanished as a beam nearly hit her squarely in the chest, and she focused on running, breathing, and holding the Doctor's hand as tightly as she could.
She had never felt so relieved to be anywhere as she felt when she ran breathlessly into the TARDIS. Immediately, she sank to the ground, panting and wiping sweat from her face. Her feet were dirty, bloody, and sore, but she was alive and that was all that mattered. Well, that and the Doctor. As he paused and looked out, though, she stood again and looked with him.
It was strange, what the Daleks were doing. With them looking like this, it was easier to see how a primitive culture could view them as messengers from a higher power. And when the man disappeared, she gasped, wondering what in the world a supremacist species like the Daleks would want with a human. Then, the Doctor slammed the door closed and went to the console. A little frightened, Robin stayed back, not wanting to encroach on his personal space.
After he spoke, she waited a minute. There was so much anger, hurt, sadness, and loss in his voice it was hard to bear. Robing didn't know how to even go about asking the questions she had... It seemed like speaking at all would break something inside the Doctor. So, she walked forward slowly, and when she reached the Doctor she grabbed his hand. She tugged him to get him to look at her, and when he did, she tried not to be afraid of the timeless anger in his usually amiable eyes.
"I know what they are," she said softly, avoiding eye contact. "I've seen it in your memories. They've caused you a lot of pain and sadness. But... what did they do in the beginning? I haven't seen that. What makes you hate them so much?"