Paint. Or... ink mixture. Guess the details don't really matter. Maybe we won't see the real effects until later. Assuming that there are any actual effects. If there hasn't been anything yet, maybe there won't be anything at all.

[He shakes his head slowly, but after loosing a sigh, he gives the fence he's been intimately hugging with something akin to reassurance.]

Until the next big thing comes up, let's just be prepared. We've got this. Between you and me, we can handle anything that comes our way.