"I can't believe you get words," Shaw grumps, peering at the panel. "Figures mine wouldn't be straight-forward, alive or not. Can I wear yours?"

As the orb leaves Shaw's touch and transfers over to Avalon, the gray sticks around - but threads of light blue start to swirl through it, along with a few tinges of pink. The movement is apparently universal, but like Shaw's colors, Avalon's are sedate and slow-moving: there are no big bursts of frenetic energy here.