"Full of things," Phalanx echoes wonderingly, and they follow Robin in stooping down to get a better look at the junk on the floor. While Robin picks up the bits by the tub, Phalanx goes the other direction--drawn to the little metal pin the same way they had been in the market earlier.

And after spending a second or two picking at it with the edge of a dirty fingernail... Phalanx reaches into the remaining folds of shirts and sleeves, and the pin disappears.