Robin merely continued flapping its wings idly. It mattered not what sort of interference attempted to impose itself upon him, because he existed in his own conceptual space, his own conceptual universe. "Alice, this angry man's not very good at conversation!!" He remarked, returning to his master.

Alice meanwhile didn't change her expression in the slightest as the vortex opened up, a hand going to her pocket and withdrawing a single Easter Egg that was then thrown in Genocider's direction. While the vortex would ordinarily have affected her, almost everything on her person was a Ploy in its own right, a monster on the same level of Cock Robin. Or perhaps that is a mistake, because whereas Robin was a Ploy created "to be cute," her others were Ploys created "to bind," "to manipulate," and "to destroy." Nonetheless, the veritable coating of these Ploys formed a sort of false body armor around her, protecting her. Or perhaps it was a momentary glowing of her left eye that did that trick.

"Come Robin, we're leaving."

Of course, my angel~"