This is a good time to adjust their clothing situation; the few people down here who would notice a strangely-dressed person rearranging their rags and blankets won't go out of their way to approach them, even if there's a surprisingly well-dressed person next to them. Robin adjusts his shirt sleeves, an unintentional mirroring of what Phalanx's behavior--though he is particularly glad that he doesn't have to wear his gloves today.

"A big tree?" Something about that makes Robin laugh a little, "Yes, I think that fits him very well. Deep roots and broad leaves, that one."

He glances over to check that Phalanx's hood is properly obscuring their white hair--but has no adjustments to make of his own.