Voices are pleasantly bouncing back and forth outside of the blankets, and by the mumbles that follow each round like a sleepy echo, Phalanx is also taking part in the conversation. At least, they think they are.

It isn't until Robin fishes in and finds a hand, then peels back Phalanx's hood and protective layers of blankets to let the light in, that they truly begin to join the conscious realm.

"--the marketplace. Marketplace... I was shopping," Phalanx says as their strange eyes squint and blink at nothing, pretending to be more awake than they really are.