It isn't a word that has been deposited in Phalanx's head lately, and now that they've got it, having dug it up themselves, they're latching onto it with more energy than they've shown for most things.

"Working. Working--" Phalanx repeats, as they regain the use of their hands to try and start reaching for the pins again, almost anxious about it.

"Working, working, working."