"Good for her," Robin says, clearly towards Vincent, "So she's happy with the outcome of the trial?"

"Feels a lot safer, yeah..."

In the short term, neither of them seem to mind that Phalanx is absorbed in the intricacies of a rice cracker. Vincent may not have even noticed, as he is now paying more attention to eating his own food at the moment. Robin will probably play caretaker soon enough, but he picks up a plate to serve himself first, blobbing on a little bit of everything.

Phalanx is free to poke around, or observe, or do nothing--at least until Robin has finished.