The box hums in her hands, the screen coming to life. It makes a sound like bells being struck by soft mallets, the music giving way to the sound of...shaving cream? And Wayne breathes a sigh of relief at the shapes that drift into the air in front of her, then fade. He pauses when the little TV melts into putty in Helena's hands though. That, he hadn't expected.

"...huh."

Just...reaching over to poke that. It's inert. Weird. ANYWAY!

"Ok so did that feel like anything?" He's trying to remember how it felt when he learned his first Gesture, but it's been so long by now that he doesn't remember.