Jumpy, maybe. Twitchy, perhaps. Rattled, even. Jo looks at Viktor's face, but then she looks back to where she'd been staring the moment before. At a mirror on the exterior wall, not far from his door, on a wall she can't remember having had one before. Not here. Nothing like it. But it's there, and there's even a little sun and air wear, making it look like it's been there forever.

The mirror.

With its jagged thick crack through the glass,
and the splinters that had formed off of that.

Her voice comes out too rushed and too strangled. "Has that always been there?"