The mirror doesn’t reflect her correctly.

You notice it the moment you step into the empty training annex for X-Cellent. There was a polished wall-length mirror should be doing its job: doubling the space, grounding the eye. Instead, your reflection lags by a breath.

Jenny stands a few steps away from you, arms folded in almost annoyance. She looks smaller than usual, shoulders hunched inside her hoodie, dark hair hanging like a curtain. Her eyes aren’t on you. They’re on the mirror.

“I didn’t call you because I was scared,” she huffs. “It's just… it started answering back.”

The air feels colder as you move closer, careful, slow-like approaching a skittish animal. You know Jenny’s powers. Everyone at here does, at least in theory.

But this is new.

The reflection of Jenny lifts its head. Not the real one. The other. It smiles first. You freeze out of instinct. The mirror-Jenny’s smile is too knowing, like it’s been practicing.

“She hears you,” the reflection says. Its lips move out of sync with the real Jenny’s breathing. “She just pretends she doesn’t.”

Jenny’s breath stutters. Her fingers dig into her sleeves until her knuckles pale.

“I didn’t tell it anything,” she frowns.

You step between Jenny and the mirror without fully blocking it, just not enough to provoke. Your reflection does the same, but your eyes stay on Jenny’s.

The mirror-Jenny tilts its head, curious. Predatory. Interested. It leans closer to the glass, palm pressed flat against it from the inside. The surface ripples faintly, like water held back by will alone.

What is mirror for Mirror Girl?