"Shades." He repeated it back to her, the distaste obvious. He stood, much taller and triple her weight with the armor. He stepped directly toward her, the grimacing mask observing her coldly. "There will come a time, Miss Hunkel, Cyclone, where you are going to have to decide how far that shade of grey may go before all is compromised, and what justice and its price truly means."
Then he strode for the door, immediately going to Kristoff. "I approve of you courting the young lady." And just as immediately he turned and strode out of the lab, leaving the couple to their uncertainties and new questions.