... Maybe. The pictures I got from those things didn't exactly look like the ones in the tower.

[Now they might, given it's been a few hours. There's a bitter pang deep down though at the thought of what they had reflected before. Still, she can ward that off somewhat with a huffed breath and a quirked brow.]

That's what people do best. We make cages for ourselves and we enforce them.

[It's more than a little philosophical but she recognizes easily that she's been caging herself up for many, many years.]