"Damn," Vincent says in response, not sure how else to answer that.

There's another pause before Robin reappears from the back, finally having found some fabric for Phalanx to play with. It's not particularly colorful (dark grey) and may actually have been quickly formed from one of Vincent's old shirts (industrious!), but it will be enough for them to stay occupied for a while, at least.

"Okay, here," Robin scoots around the edge of the couch, sliding back into his spot like he'd never left. He holds the fabric out for Phalanx, "And the pins are in your pocket, on the outside. And you also need... a needle, right? And thread?"