"The grid the... grid..." Phalanx starts the echo barely before Vincent finishes the words himself, sounding thoughtful.

And in a moment of impressive clarity, Phalanx manages to suss out what "grid" actually means in this case. Their eyes are still dark, but they catch the dim light like human eyes normally would as they look up to the ceiling.

Following the memory of where the two men's attention had gone before, and then reaching even farther back, Phalanx's attention goes up--through the caverns above, thinking back, remembering, searching, and they slowly lift a hand to point at the cracked plaster overhead.

"--No, none. Ours was all... not this. Not a grid."