The goo was slightly warm to the touch; not quite body temperature, but certainly more than room temperature - probably due to it having been a body just moments before. It also was surprisingly dry. Those who'd experienced Colette's presence might have described her as being damp on occasion, even in her "bubblegum" mode her hair was always wet to the touch. But this was strangely smooth and dry, like a thick coat of freshly-dried paint, or rubber, or latex. If it was aware of the world around it, it showed no signs of it, remaining rigid for several seconds as Basil panicked. Then a subtle quivering and swaying, almost unnoticeable. And then everything snapped back together again as though time was being rapidly rewound to the moment of detonation.
The woman who stood in front of those in attendance was not the same one who'd been sitting there moments before, nor was she the cheerful pink blob of the week prior. The form was definitely feminine, but lacked most defining features of a human - it looked more like a store mannequin in shape, and actually very much like that which had stepped forward to defend Basil during the fight between students months prior. Only instead of pink was an inky blackness that looked as though it should have been reflective but seemed to absorb the light instead.
But to say she was a black hole would have been the furthest thing from the truth, as the subtly shifting masses of gaseous-like colours within her shone out, illuminating what subtle features she held.It looked with unseen eyes to Robin, and then to Basil, in apparent silent contemplation.