[ Oh, wow, she...meant that 'no'. Will's expression - not that she can see it, he realizes belatedly - is relatively still, though it flattens out in shock. There's a flicker of something unwelcome, but it's a memory; that nurse, the one with the eyes gouged out by a man's thumbs. Will swallows that down, and then...yeah, this is fine. Weird but fine.

Definitely more welcome than most of what this world's thrown at him so far. ]

A professor. [ A beat. ] For the FBI. [ Another, slightly longer beat while he tries to decide if it's useful to hold back, or more useful to be bluntly honest.

...They should probably tally everyone's skills together for a better idea of what they're working with. ] And-- something like a homicide detective, for them.

[ And then he's hitting on a realization, as she walks over to the mirror... ] Did you even...know you could see other people through the mirrors here? Did anyone tell you?