[Obi's mid-yawn when the shoe drops and the glass goes clear. Suddenly, he's not sleepy anymore.]
My Lady!
[A young woman with hair red as apples stands in profile on the other side of the glass, oblivious to Obi's call. She doesn't stir from her calm, but worried conversation with some of the younger new captives, even when he bangs on the glass. Even when he retreats and then takes a running leap at the mirror, slamming his foot into it with as much force as he can muster. That had to hurt, but he just staggers back upright, registers that the glass remains unbroken and the captives haven't turned, and bangs his fists agains the mirror once more.]
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My Lady!
[A young woman with hair red as apples stands in profile on the other side of the glass, oblivious to Obi's call. She doesn't stir from her calm, but worried conversation with some of the younger new captives, even when he bangs on the glass. Even when he retreats and then takes a running leap at the mirror, slamming his foot into it with as much force as he can muster. That had to hurt, but he just staggers back upright, registers that the glass remains unbroken and the captives haven't turned, and bangs his fists agains the mirror once more.]
My Lady! Why can't they hear us?!