"Ah," Robin smiles, sounding glad to hear it. He wonders, at the back of his mind, if this is what it's like for other people, when he finds himself scattering between too many places (or sometimes just one place that happens to not be where he is standing in space and time).

As if on cue, Vincent stands down, hearing that whatever had been going wrong is starting to resolve itself.

"You're all good?" The large man unconsciously copies Phalanx's use of plural, focused more on intent than delivery, "Spooked by the lights, or somethin'?"