"Suit yourselves," Robert said as he turned to walk out of the ship. At least, that's what he said. In his head he was shouting, "Yes! Whoo! Yeah! Alright!" He stopped at the door, trying to be a gentleman and let Priscilla go first. "Cool, now we can, um... talk more, I guess. Hmm, I really didn't think ahead this time did I? Oh well, at least I can get closer to Priscilla," he thought to himself. "What should we talk about, though? Hmm, maybe I can point out something romantic, like the sunset. Wait, what time is it? Is is it sunset right now? Gah, I wish I had a watch," Robert continued thinking. He was about to poke his head out the door, but decided that Priscilla might mistake the gesture for impatience. "Alright, if there is no sunset what should I talk about? Maybe what she's wearing, then. Or her hair. Girls like it when you compliment their looks, right?" All of these thoughts had rushed to his head before Priscilla even had the chance to turn around and follow him to the exit.