“Hey!” he calls, his face obscured by his biggest mirror. “Just gonna walk by without saying hello?” His voice is charming; disarming, even. “Yeah, they're going to be kicking themselves.” He pauses and gasps softly. “I actually look really good in that! I'm glad I don't have your ankles though. Nothing—nothing against them, I just—“ He cuts himself off with a sigh. “Never mind, sorry, my brain.”