Phalanx's doll-eyes widen when they see that the card has changed, and they lean over a little bit to get closer to it. It doesn't take long for one of their hands to come snaking out of sleeves and blankets and go reaching for it as well.

Phalanx doesn't want to take the card from Robin, just touch it. They want to poke one of those little points of light.

"Was it looking?"