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[ there's a young woman on the mirror, though she doesn't seem to be paying any particular heed to it. When she speaks, she gesticulates with her hands, fingers knitting together, palms coming together and breaking apart, but never looks directly at the mirror. With the last of the snow melting in the Garden around her, she appears to be quite cold, considering the fact that's she's already changed back into her own clothing and has the collar bundled up to just beneath her chin ]

This is preposterous. Utterly preposterous. Of all the ridiculous situations I could've wandered into— it's absurd! I don't even have an explanation for any of this. It completely defies any semblance of logic, and...

[ a pause. She reaches up, as if to adjust the glasses that aren't there ] Well, whatever the reason behind all of this, let me assure you that I happen to be acquainted with several excellent lawyers.

Also, I— while I'm not familiar with how abductions and the like work, I'm certain I'd be able to at least feign some measure of cooperation, if somebody were to return my glasses to me. I seem to have... misplaced them.