She looks just somehow completely guilty as hell.

"Oh! I, ah. I er."

He's a kid, there's no reason to be worried about this for crying out loud, it's just that she did sort of just, you know, hand those robes to him and it's not his fault he's a demon and doesn't know how human children play dress-up. Or manage their inventories.

"...my comb is in these," she says lamely.