Ah, now that won't do. Robin's attention shifts from Phalanx to the movement at the door as the woman returns, holding a sizable stack of outfits and pieces of fabric in her arms, so tall that she has to crane her neck to look over them.

"All right, I don't know what kind of styles you're looking for, but I've pulled a few selections..."

As she begins talking and before she can get a good look at anything, Robin casually steps between her and Phalanx, obstructing most of them from view.

"You always make such lovely things," he says, stepping towards her, "Let's see what you've got."

Now, his goal has shifted. It's less trying to convince Phalanx of anything, and more... keeping this woman from noticing anything odd about his friend's appearance. He can explain away a childlike person taking things that aren't theirs, but he can't explain their hair magically changing from white to not-white.