Robin's eyes narrowed as the Doctor still decided to keep secrets from her. It was obvious that he at least had some idea of whose voice had been in that hypercube... But, as always, he felt it necessary to keep her in the dark. With a sigh, she dismissed it, placing her hands on her hips. When he asked her the question about the beeping, Robin closed her eyes and listened. It wasn't gone, not completely... But it also wasn't as consistent or as loud.
"I still hear it," she said quietly, opening her eyes again. "But it's a lot softer and it's not as regular. Before the beat was very rhythmic but now it's a little... disjointed or something." A small smile appeared on her face. "Also, it's not as distracting. I can almost ignore it now. As far as your other question goes, yes, I'm going to go change now." She pulled the anorak off, handed it to the Doctor, and took off in the direction of the wardrobe.
When she arrived, she stopped for a moment. How did I know how to get here? she wondered, her eyes widening. After a second, she simply shrugged and started walking around the room, looking at the myriad clothing items stored there. There were outfits, male and female, from what looked like every time period and possibly almost every planet.
Her gaze stopped on a beautiful, flowing silver shirt. It was a tank top, and as her fingers ran down its side, its softness was completely alien to her. The material was not from Earth... but that didn't stop her from plucking it off the hanger all the same. She rummaged around until she found a bra that looked about her size, before shedding her current shirt, putting on the bra, and pulling on the tank top. The material slid like water against her skin, and she smiled as she looked at the shimmering material in the mirror. Looking down, she noticed she was still barefoot, and laughed as she padded down the rows to look for the rest of her outfit.
A pair of black leather-looking pants caught her eye. They looked very similar to the blue ones she had been wearing earlier, and when she pulled them from their hanger, she grinned. They were exactly the same. She then shimmied out of her shorts and pulled the yielding material up to rest on her hips. The alien leather formed to her curves perfectly. Next, she continued down into the wardrobe until her gaze came to rest on a lacy purple sweater of sorts... The pattern of the lace was intricate, and something she had never seen before. Curious, she pulled it on, and gasped. Though the material was thin and full of little holes - as lace usually was - the sweater was surprisingly warm. Smiling, she kept it, then only having shoes left to complete the outfit. She walked back toward the door, scanning the rows and rows of shoes. A pair of purple ones stuck out to her, and they were the same color as the sweater. Pulling them out, she stared at them for a moment. Once again, they were unlike anything she had seen before. They had a shimmery quality to them, the same as the silver tank top, but were of yet a different material. They were plain slip-ons, and when she pulled them on they fit perfectly.
To test them, she jogged in place for a moment and jumped up and down. They were even more pliant than tennis shoes, seeming perfect for the exercise she would obviously be getting with the Doctor. A smile creased her face as she looked in the mirror. She looked like a traveler... A traveler from a different world. Laughing, Robin realized that everything except the undergarments hailed from somewhere that was most certainly not Earth. Maybe I should've been an alien, she mused, starting to walk out of the room. Before she left, however, a glint caught her eye. Moving closer, she looked in the little box, pulling out a silver hair pin that had strange, circular markings on it... Almost like her locket. Her smile grew almost sad as she stuck the pin in her blonde curls before exiting the room.
A couple moments later, she was back on deck with the Doctor. Grinning, she held her arms out and twirled.
"How do I look?" Robin asked, winking at her friend.