The skin is at least exactly the same, other than the color: the texture, consistency, and apparent health of it hasn't changed. It's just gray. He lets Nel examine his hands, as he works through what he can possibly do about gray skin. "I'm going to have to talk to your mother, I think," he admits after a moment, shock fading into a somewhat more familiar scowl. He got rid of all of Amy's make-up years ago.

This is going to be awful, he can already tell.