Phalanx looks a little pained by Vincent's question, drooping forward with their still-handless sleeve-arms wrapped around their middle like they have a stomachache, but they regurgitate the events of the day anyway. It kind of looks like they don't have a lot of choice in the matter.

"Sewing. I got stabbed... shopped... smoke. With a skirt. I'm from nowhere. Drums and... nobody believed me. But she liked the story. We stole a card because... it was important? Trees, but the wrong trees. We got lizards."