Wilde's turned slightly to face her better. It's strange, the way her attributes seem to shift with the flickery light from the doorway. Sometimes she has a dark head of long hair, and sometimes it looks like she's pulled a hood over herself like an assassin.

"You think so? I mean -- obviously it'd be easier for a bodily transformation -- but for a simple illusion? Not that it'sactually simple... You're right." It's a messy network of things, that much is clear. "Either way, I bet we could make an ethical claim for knowledge of the method. I suppose we implicitly agreed to be subject to it by even coming here, but it's not like we signed anything."

Wilde speaks with the confidence of a person with no second thoughts. This is probably because it's easy to feel extra confident when you have no idea who you're talking to, but he hopes it makes him seem very self-assured.

"... Now that I'm thinking about it, though, it's easy to assume the masks are central to the illusion, but I think they're more like receivers. Maybe the enchantment is on the general space, and the masks are charmed to bounce and amplify it."