Vincent had instinctively reached out for the socks, but when nothing falls in his hands (but rather falls on the floor), he blinks out of habit and sighs quietly to himself instead.

"Okay."

Robin watches Phalanx wrap himself up, remembering their positive response to the blankets he'd bundled them in earlier that day... His earlier thoughts of putting them in pants are quickly cast aside in favor of keeping them warm and semi-appropriate, should company come knocking.

Vincent scratches his head, still kneeling on the floor. "...So're we good here?"