Of course, Phalanx seems a little perplexed by the question, and looks down at their own hands to see what they're up to. Slowly, all those guilty fingers uncurl.

One hand is entirely empty. It must have just been curled in a fist out of habit, to match the other one. The other one, however, is full of pins, needles, and tiny bobbins of thread--half of which are absolutely stabbed at least a little bit into Phalanx's hand.

There's a small bit of blood, and Phalanx gives a quiet groan of surprise when they see what has happened.