At mention of a Vexen replica, Namine laughs, bright and giggly. Some of the tension leaves her shoulders, even if not all of it. But, you know, walking through an unknown and hostile place, normal stuff.

"Yeah, Vexen would love this," she says, and then ammends: "Actually, no, Vexen himself would hate this, because I don't think he wants to do that kind of introspection about these mirrors - but one of the Replicas would love it for sure."

She stretches, idly, as they walk, and continues to not take much note of the mirrors. It's just not interesting. She's in a different outfit, or her haircut is different, in that one she's got blood on her knees and running down her nose. What does it matter? Alternate universes are real, who cares.

"But, yeah... I don't think this is our world at all... Or our universe, for that matter. It's kind of scary."