Though Phalanx is not one to be very attached to physical sensation, Robin's doting seems to be just as soothing to them as it would be to a creature with a normal, natural, living body and mind. They're listening and unwinding, enjoying not having to respond with words for a few moments.

It isn't until Vincent's voice pipes up from the back room that they blink a few times and return to themself, looking as though they've just remembered something.

"...There are pins in our arm."