Quinn stares into the mirror, trying to come to terms with what they're seeing. It [i]is[/i] them alright; their face, their eyes, their hair, just... smaller. Squatter, somehow. Their ears are ever so slightly pointed and they touch the tips, feeling them quiver under their fingers. What the hell... it definitely isn't prosthetics. They don't think prosthetics could actually make them [i]smaller.[/i]

"Alright, so say we believe you," they mutter. "Why? What were you doing? Who [i]are[/i] you?"