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[ beeep. ]

[ he freezes at her touch, but doesn't pull away. ]

It's not serious. I have to clean this up.

Then I'll get a broom or something! Please, you're making me nervous...

[ but he suddenly grips her hand, as if to stop her from leaving. ]

You didn't look in the mirror, did you?

[She pauses.]

Not the one in this room.

... So you did in yours?

It doesn't matter, we can talk about this after we clean your hands!

[ whatever she saw, he doesn't want her to see it again. he drops her hands, turns back to gather up the rest of the shards instead. ]