At first, Phalanx's eyes are blue as they search the air like they're tracking butterflies. Something about them changes as memories, or personalities, or pieces of being float and sink inside of them. Maybe not the color, exactly, but some less-definable quality to them shifts around.

"Like... bright. Or fast. With..." Their brows furrow with the effort of both words and memories. They gesture, too, as they search. Dirty figures twitch a little, like they're trying to track a beat. "Metal? Deep... high... up and--"

The furrowing turns into something that is almost a frown as Phalanx trails off, closing their eyes and moving their mouth without sound. Almost forming the shape of words, but maybe more trying to remember the shape of the sounds in the music.