"Perhaps," he agrees. He doesn't think Penacony is quiet, particularly, just not relevant to his personal interests.

"I'm a Masked Fool--what would I be without a mask? The mirror just seemed appropriate to our location." And either way, he hides his cursed-blessed Avgin eyes.

Roulette glances into the mirrors, seeing Robins that are smaller, with more of their original limbs intact, more the one he knew of. He wonders if the presence of someone who knows an alternate version of a person affects it... "Do you see your... favorite Avgin, in reflections of me?" he wonders aloud. He sees several different versions of himself, maskless, sometimes in chains, sometimes in expensive teal finery, but he doesn't know what the Kakavasha that Miss Robin aided looked like, if he's one of them.