Robin helps them stand, committing the whole scene to memory. He doesn't know if they'll be able to tap into that memory again later, or if they're even away that they'd done it in the first place--but that will be the next experiment, for when they're settled away from the prying eyes of others.

He also gives their hood a polite little tug, just to keep any color-changing or face-morphing away from the eyes of casual passers-by.

"Good. We're going to get you a skirt next, I think that'll be easier."

Still holding their hand, he begins leading again, pulling them along the streets formed by the rows and tents.