Yeah, 'me' doesn't even sound like a word anymore.

Feferi hums a little. "Whale, I guess we know where all the mirrors ended up, if you never saw any anywhere else on the ship." Seems a little obvious, with how many are lying around haphazardly. It feels rushed, purposeless. Like shoving something in a cabinet and promising you'll get back to it later but then you never do and it just ends up turning into a big mess. But why would a ship need to hide a bunch of mirrors in the first place?

Feferi taps a claw against the surface of a mirror. It feels like a normal mirror, smooth and shiny and surprisingly not very dusty. How long have these been sitting here?

"It can't be that bad if it brought me here, right?" Feferi grins, batting her lashes at him. "I died before; I can haunt the ship now!" Maybe the ship just needs a friend. Ha, as if.