Now that he's in public, Robin does a very good job of hiding his surprise... And it helps that his only audience is busy staring at Phalanx, too taken aback by the sudden twist in conversation to remember to study the rest of his surroundings.

But after too many seconds of silence pass between all three of them, Tonic reaches out with his bad hand to pick up a lit candle from one of the many criss-crossing beams all around them. He blows out the flame, sending a line of smoke trailing up towards the ceiling. Hot wax spills over his fingers, but he doesn't seem to notice or care, watching the smoke trail intently.

"They're from nowhere," he finally says, cryptic as it is. "Start there."

"Thank you," Robin replies, now holding onto Phalanx's shoulder a little more protectively.

"At this point," Tonic responds in turn, finally looking down at the both of them again with a small smirk on half of his face, "I think that payment will be you leaving my store."

Robin chuckles. "Fair enough, friend. Phalanx, let's go."

And if there's no resistance, Robin will attempt to lead them out.