Robin looked over as the woman stepped up, taking note of the brightly coloured clothes, contrasting so sharply with the more muted greens and browns of his own clothes. The thought of anyone in clothing of that colour in the forest amused him. He recognised her as the friend of Heather's friend Tony. Abby, her name was. She was also the one who had taken Gisborne to the costume party wearing white fluffy wings, he'd been told. It was such a ridiculous image he had to appreciate the humour she must have possessed.
"No, not too late." He took a moment to assess her height, quite tall, even taking those strange boots in to account. With that in mind, he took an appropriate bow from the rack on which they were kept, holding it out for her to take. "Employees usually turn out to be much better than the guests," he said with some humour.