"Carousel, gotcha." Saxsice definitely won't end up riding that and reversing to a tiny, tiny version of herself within the next couple hours. Not gonna happen. She tugs her boots on, wiggling her toes and sticking her feet out in front of her. "Gotta say, these are some primo grade-A boots, Mr. Pool. Where'd you get them?"

Then she laughs, getting to her feet and looking -- oh, looking up at him, that's weird. "Not used to you bein' so tall, DP." Then, after a beat, glancing sideways at the mirrors: "Dunno if you want a deeper truth. Kinda depressin' seein' myself all...gloomy and helpless and stuff."

His reflection gets a long, thoughtful look. "...you're wearin' a costume there. That mean anythin'?"