[And with that, casually, Mars flicks a hand back towards the room and a torrent of flame crashes over the mirrors like a wave breaking on the shore. They crack, pop, and come apart without much effort, melting into glowing puddles of molten glass.]
It's done.
[Though she's seemingly missed one, near the the door, the motion of what's inside catching her attention.]
no subject
[And with that, casually, Mars flicks a hand back towards the room and a torrent of flame crashes over the mirrors like a wave breaking on the shore. They crack, pop, and come apart without much effort, melting into glowing puddles of molten glass.]
It's done.
[Though she's seemingly missed one, near the the door, the motion of what's inside catching her attention.]
I don't know her, though. One of yours?