[C'rizz gets to his feet and peers into the glass, trying to track down the distortions-- they're there, at the corners of his vision, but when he looks at them straight on it's only plain shattered glass.]

I don't much care for things trying to control me through fear. It's rather irritating. [There's an unusually dark edge to that mild statement.]

I'm sorry I couldn't find anything. Do you feel safe, here? If you want somewhere else to stay until it stops... well, my room's not much, but it hasn't actually got any mirrors.