Phalanx listens and finishes dissolving. They don't nod, but they obediently clutch up the card and melt in Robin's direction--helpfully, this time.

They're mumbling something as they find their feet, and they don't sound particularly happy about it (a little like the woman's tone, actually) but the words aren't anything real. They're jumbled and disappointed, and they still want direction. So, the spirits murmur and sulk and come apart, but finally follow where the gleaming presence of Robin wants to lead them.