[Kalmiya's eyebrows furrow as the man hurries himself out of bed, again without really answering her question. She remains in the bed as she watches him have his moment in the mirror—a moment that she gets the impression would be better had in private, but that doesn't stop her scrutinizing his reaction. The way he sees himself and then turns away so sharply. Something bad? Something unexpected? She can't tell right now.
Finally he answers her, and she opts to stop sitting around as well, sliding out from under the covers with poise so practiced that it's rote.] Yes, obviously. We've been kidnapped or something. There's plenty wrong with—
[And then she gets close enough to catch a glimpse of herself in the vanity's mirror, concealed mostly by the man's very tall form. A quiet and unthinking,] What the fuck? [leaves her as her eyes go wide and she abandons both her previous sentence and practiced grace to rush to the vanity (and her unknown companion as a consequence.) She shows no hesitation in trying to nudge him aside a bit with her hip to get a better look at her reflection. Again, with more emphasis,] What the fuck? This is—
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Finally he answers her, and she opts to stop sitting around as well, sliding out from under the covers with poise so practiced that it's rote.] Yes, obviously. We've been kidnapped or something. There's plenty wrong with—
[And then she gets close enough to catch a glimpse of herself in the vanity's mirror, concealed mostly by the man's very tall form. A quiet and unthinking,] What the fuck? [leaves her as her eyes go wide and she abandons both her previous sentence and practiced grace to rush to the vanity (and her unknown companion as a consequence.) She shows no hesitation in trying to nudge him aside a bit with her hip to get a better look at her reflection. Again, with more emphasis,] What the fuck? This is—
[Wrong. Yes, there is quite a lot wrong.]