Well, that was fairly peculiar. Up until this point, the other women had seemed, to Cassandra, at least, entirely fearless. Curious. And fearless. Why should the mirrors be any more threatening than enormous ants? Cassandra could think of nothing.

Unwinding a bit of the thread from her bobbin, she took a few tentative steps forward, a bit amused, really, by her own reflection. She had never quite anticipated looking like a Spartan girl before. Apollo, doubtlessly, would have a lurid comment or two about her legs. Fortunately, he was nowhere to be seen.

Coward.

"Do you sense something?" she asked Jones.