The man watches this with interest, while Robin--who has a lot of experience talking to Phalanx over the last day and some change--finds it easy to respond.

"I believe he's asking how you feel about my trying to figure out where you came from."

Whether or not this is, in fact, what the man is interested in, he nods a little in acknowledgement. He also reaches down towards that other hand of theirs, the one that's fidgeting uncomfortably, but stops just seconds after turning it up.

"Darling--what happened to your hand?"

It's the one that got stabbed by a dozen needles. The bleeding has probably stopped by now, but both the both of them had gotten so sidetracked by the "sewing" adventure that Robin completely forgot that Phalanx was ever bleeding in the first place.

"Oh, shit--" Robin says, genuinely surprised, "That's right!"