"Ah," he says plainly, starting to work through several problems at once. The first is those changing eyes and the danger of being seen, and the second is a much more abstract concern for Phalanx themselves and whatever has been worked up inside of them. The third is that they need somewhere to duck into quickly, and he doesn't know a whole lot of other people in this area who wouldn't ask questions.

"No," Robin tells them, then immediately changes his mind. "Or yes. I don't really know."

And then he sees something, or someone, headed their way down the street. He does not outwardly sound alarmed, but Phalanx can tell there is some measure of urgency in his movements as he suddenly turns them and herds them around a corner.

"I'll handle everything out here," he tells them, scanning the street for a quick exit. "You just work on sorting yourselves out."