Being led by something that is big and bright, but isn't demanding attention, allows Phalanx to drift a little. Even without Robin looking back at his new find, he wouldn't be able to miss it. The diffusing is as much in the feel of it as it is in the vacant expression that quietly settles on Phalanx' face. Maybe even more so. The flutter, the echo, evens out until it grows still as they move through the crowd.

No one notices Robin, and no one notices his friend either--not until they finally reach something resembling a destination. Phalanx blinks around at the shift in gear.

And once they're paying attention, they watch how Robin sits. Then, purposefully, they follow the exact motions to sit down as well.