Uh-huh. Robin follows Phalanx out the door, closing it quietly behind them. He imagines that, if he let them, Phalanx would name just about every color there is to like. He supposes it will make shopping easy, at the very least. Someone in there will like whatever he gets for them.

"Good to know," he cuts them off somewhere, just so that they don't keep listing things, "I think we'll have fun looking around."

He leads them out of the building, out into the street. The shadows are long and dim down here, and the carved streets are fairly empty--save for a couple of strange "early risers" and people heading on the long road to working far above. The grid still isn't due to come on for another half-hour or so.

"So, Phalanx, I'm also curious..." He picks bits of his own bangs back into place while he walks, since he left without doing his hair properly, "What do you think of Vincent?"