[center][h3][color=3c9b01]Rearden Keane[/color][/h3][/center]

Rearden watches her own impassive face in the mirror. The rest of her body seemes to reflect normally enough, even as she waves her hands in front of her face, but her twin's expression remains blank. She tilts her head, then pulls at the corners of her mouth, sticks her tongue out, and makes a noise. [color=3c9b01]"Bwehhhhh..."[/color] 

"[color=6ecff6]Certainly quite the rude awakening that must have been,[/color]"

She whips her head around, wiping her hands dry on her tunic. [color=3c9b01]"Tell me about it. It took me a while to stop pinching myself."[/color]

[Color=ed1c24]"Oh, that would be most upsetting. How long have you been here?"[/color]

[color=3c9b01]"Hard to say, really. If I had to guess, it's been some weeks, but it's hard to keep track of time here, and I've been busy most of the time trying to stay dry. And alive."[/color]

Rearden walks into the next room, then leans down to frown at the cabinet with Aurora. [color=3c9b01]"Hairpins? No, I can't say I do... Oh, wait a minute!"[/color] She leaves the room at a slight jog, and her footsteps echo from the stairwell, then re-enters the room a minute later, holding a pincushion bristling with sewing pins. [color=3c9b01]"Is this anything?"[/color]