The sound is a curious one, and somewhere in the tune is a knowing that feels like something light, tingling in her hands, in the back of her head. But before she can think on it deeper, the box melts, turning into a substance she idly squishes in her hands, intrigued by the texture and change. Weird. Nothing feels concerning, just...a little different, but she doesn't know why.

Wayne's question, though, means that whatever happened was supposed to happen.

"It felt a little strange...like something lightweight was on my hands, and inside my head. Was it supposed to feel any different?"