And being so wrapped up in layers of greying fabric helps that whole 'some amorphous individual' effect. It's as if someone had taken a person with a life and history and vast, human personality and washed them until the color was bleached away. Like a bone eaten by wind and sun, only the porous structure of an individual was left... then filled up by things hungry for a home, and wrapped up to hide the evidence.

They do have nice hands, though. Cloth wraps up all the way to the base of their fingers, but there's still enough left uncovered to enjoy. Pale like a ghost, but without the prominent veins that tend to stand out in skin like that. There's one big flinch initially, but Phalanx lets Robin keep the whole limb after that, as if they just unplugged it from the rest of the collective.

"I know. Monsters." The fingers on Phalanx's free hand suddenly spread out as far as they can go, and motion at nothing in the air nearby. "Lots of them."