Victor thinks she has an idea of what the dark green means, because she knows that her low self-esteem is an issue. Rationally, she understands it, but she can't mesh what she knows is a problem with what she's certain of, in her mind. It's like being aware that there are monsters in the closet, beyond a shadow of a doubt, but they're invisible monsters that speak another language and there's no way to get through to them.

"Golly, I'm a regular rainbow," she murmurs, splitting into a smile. "Thank you so much, I really like that. Ah. Though the gray might be worrisome, I know about that stuff. It's just joint-pain stuff, no big." She's in treatment, but she doesn't think it's improving any.

She glances to Clark, nudging him shoulder to shoulder and giving his wrist a gentle squeeze right back. She is so carefully affectionate. "If it'd be okay, I'd love to see the way his aura looks like. I don't usually let folks into my brainplace, but just to take a peek, I think it'd be just fine."