[Jessica opens the mirror, not totally convinced that this is a productive use of her time.]

OK... Word is that some of the Queen's, uh, subordinates have decided to mutiny? Any of you mutineers paying attention? Want to, I don't know, offer some explanation?

(This is so stupid...)

[In the mirror there's a wide-eyed not-entirely-human-looking young woman, who... doesn't really do anything, lets out an "Uh," glances off to the side and tilts the mirror, eyes it a little bit before she seems convinced it's worth trying to talk into it.]

H-hi? Ummm. My... my name's Lammy, and I, uh... it's not that I - if - it's just... Ooh... Let me try that again... It - it's really nice here... It's just, uh... I really can't stay here - I - I - I'm in this band, and well I guess they don't really need me exactly, uhh, I'm our guitarist and so I guess they could always find someone to fill in or something without me, b-but still, I...

...I just... woke up here, and so, um... it would be great if I could at least like - get in touch with them...? Is-is that possible? They're my friends and I probably just disappeared on them and I don't even... Where is this?

If there's - if there's anything I have to do to...

[An "Oh!" - you can practically see a lightbulb going off over her head.]

Wai-wai-wait! There's this machine - has anyone seen a machine that -

...S-sorry... just a sec...

[Scratches the back of her head and starts fiddling with the vines. Eventually the mirror image is replaced with a scroll with a scribble on it meant to be a fax machine, captioned "Like this?"]