As Robert goes by a somewhat horrific-looking humanoid figure (also with a silver bracelet around one 'wrist') turns its head to watch him go. This one is entirely unrecognizable: just a tall, long-limbed individual apparently made entirely from strings of Smarties looped together into arms, legs, hands and feet and a torso and a head, with strings of black liquorice hair itself and a pair of bright blue Jolly Ranchers for eyes.

"Well, that's different," it observes mildly in a solid, posh, human-sounding baritone, and then, "You're not Rosalind Lutece."

As if that's the first order of business here.