There's a definite pause while Phalanx processes Robin's question, but as soon as something clicks, they're sitting up straight again and forgetting all about the card. And their sleeves fall over their hands again during the rearranging, so it's probably only a matter of seconds before that card disappears entirely.

"It won't." Phalanx sounds sure about this fact. "We're interested. I'm interested."

Though, judging by the way that Phalanx starts aimlessly looking around themself, they have lost track of all traces of pins, needles, threads, cloth...