"I've no idea, I'm afraid. This looks like the Ship, but like no deck I've seen before, and none of us know how we got to the Ship to begin with, let alone this new deck of it." She throws a dubious glance at the mirrors. "And I have no idea why the mirrors, or why they seem to show... other versions of us."

She steps backwards in alarm when the mirror's reflection starts to move on its own, a cruel and hungry look on its face, and starts reaching out of the frame. "I rather think not," she says faintly, voice quavering a little. Maybe she should have taken Fridtjof up on self-defense lessons. If this girl can't fight, they're both doomed.