“Everywhere is more interesting if you’re there!” Mezzetino grins at Brighella. “So at least there’s that.” He turns and eyes the nearest mirrors contemplatively, then shrugs and puts his fist through a large standing mirror. It shatters, raining shards down onto the floor, and Mezzetino picks a few pieces of glass out of his sluggishly bleeding hand. “Hm. I was kind of hoping for something more dramatic than that.”