While irritated, Robin isn't at all surprised by the way this is going. Vincent comes in here every once in a while (she was an old family friend before they both had the "blind" thing to bond over) and usually winds up telling Robin that he can't understand why he doesn't like her so much.

He can practically hear it now, crossing his arms near the door. Everyone seems to like her more than he does, and though he's thankful to be out of the way of danger... He can't put his old annoyance down.

But that's okay, Phalanx is away from that now and sitting at a nice, empty, quiet space. She doesn't have much of an energy about her--it's certainly trivial compared to what Robin puts out without thinking--but what little she does have is calm and entirely neutral.

"Robin," she says to the demigod before her, "Stop pouting and hand this poor thing a blanket."

Robin makes a little noise as he remembers the blanket still wadded up under his arm... He doesn't want to agree with her or give in without an argument... But even he can admit that's childish, and Phalanx is more important than his grudge. So he huffs like it's such a big pain, but walks over to drape the blanket over Phalanx's shoulders anyway.