Saxsice jolts a little at the first sound of face meeting mirror -- well, a face that isn't hers, at least -- and turns to watch Deadpool's truly abysmal progress into the maze. It makes her snort out a laugh, which is definitely an improvement from what her mirror's doing, which is mostly just...huddling into a ball and crying.

"You all good there, DP? Don't get a concussion, this place ain't worth it." She's trying not to look at his mirror to see if there's any differences, but he can absolutely see hers, woeful as it is. Because what use is a hall of mirrors that you can't go through alone, if not to improve relationships by revealing innermost weaknesses?

Saxsice lights up a little at the sight of the boots, making grabby-hands. Her reflection, meanwhile, just peeks upwards with red-rimmed eyes under snarled hair. "Oooo, gimme, gimme!"

[ooc: hell yeah let's make this a hall of FEAR-ror. nope, that doesn't work at all, nvm, you get my meaning.]