It is kind of Robin to have dropped that comment about the grid before stepping out, and this kindness only partially has anything to do with Irahl's music player. Truth be told, the device should have enough charge to last him several days if he doesn't play it constantly, so he isn't as distraught over having access to power as he has at certain key points in the past. The greater gift is that it prompts Vincent into immediately banishing the silence in the room before it settles, and it gives Irahl something to do.

Otherwise, just as Robin has his variables and spirals waiting for him as soon as the door shuts, Irahl has his. When Vincent sits up, Irahl blinks from where he had already taken a moment to rest his head back on the couch and close his eyes against the stress. He had been gearing up to try and bury things rattling in his head, but Vincent pulls him back before he can get very far in that.

"Yeah..."

At least he's mostly sure. Checking for the shape of the device in one of the pouches of his tactical vest had been one of the very first things he'd done when he'd woken up in the bottom of this pit, but he hadn't actually stopped to take it out and confirm it with his eyeballs. So, he does so now, fishing it out and clicking a button to turn on the screen, just to verify that it still works.

"You got an outlet or something?" As demonstrated several times in space, he'll take exposed wiring if need be. He'll make it work.