With the new blanket-shawl, Phalanx seems generally more settled about things. The idea of scissors aren't quite so scary anymore, especially since they've already watched most of their raggedy armor be disassembled through other means. Phalanx is pretty sure those scary-looking things are just for cutting non-people things, so...

And while Robin is distracted for those few seconds, Phalanx has time to be free of all that scrutiny and get a look down at themselves. When was the last time they had seen bare skin at all? For all that Robin knows (and Phalanx remembers) the creature could have been created already enshrouded.

When Robin turns back from fetching the scissors, Phalanx is looking down and poking at a marble on the ground with dirty, bare toes, watching it roll across the tile.