[For all her flippancy and seduction and composure a few moments ago, there's far more of the instinctual violence in her manner now as she too leans over the vanity to get a close look into the mirror, lifting both hands to pull down hard on the freckled skin of her cheeks and hold her eyelids open to get a better look at the folds of her grey irises.
She keeps poking and prodding at herself in a way both disbelieving and frantic, at first not even seeming to notice that he spoke again. What she eventually says doesn't sound like a response to him at first as she's running her hands through her strangely heavy hair.] This isn't what I look like. This isn't—
[Stomach twisting and eyes wide, she quickly turns back to him and points in accusation, though all she seems to be accusing him of is what she's realized between his reaction and his words:] This isn't what you look like. Right?
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She keeps poking and prodding at herself in a way both disbelieving and frantic, at first not even seeming to notice that he spoke again. What she eventually says doesn't sound like a response to him at first as she's running her hands through her strangely heavy hair.] This isn't what I look like. This isn't—
[Stomach twisting and eyes wide, she quickly turns back to him and points in accusation, though all she seems to be accusing him of is what she's realized between his reaction and his words:] This isn't what you look like. Right?