"--All this," Phalanx compulsively parrots before the man has finished the words, and the hand that Robin isn't holding gets fidgety with the edges of their new coat.

They look around the tent, give the man another hesitant glance, and then look up at Robin. They look like they want to answer, but maybe don't understand the question. Or the context. Or the place in time and space that it's being asked in.

"All this?"