Their eyes are green, and they're searching Robin's face right back, carefully parroting, agreeing-- "Just fine. Out here."

Maybe Phalanx is starting to catch on to the fact that they really do need to gather and check themselves out here in the real world again, because they even clumsily pull their feet closer to their own body and reclaim the hand that they'd long ago forgotten on Vincent's leg, like a good physical and social being.

Vincent is free, if he's fast.