Same here. I'm still trying to wrap my head around it.

[Matt doesn't bother trying to hide a grin.]

I don't know, you don't seem so bad, as far as grim reapers I meet drinking whiskey on rooftops go.

[He falls quiet to listen to what she has to say. That sounds... terrible actually. Though he thinks he probably would have escaped unscathed, had he been here. Mirrors haven't meant anything to him in decades.]

Did they stay images? Nothing tangible?