Harpuia clearly wasn't the only one experienced the strange sense of dysphoria these new bodies had brought on. Harpuia hadn't dared spend long investigating his reflection; to him, there was something strangely uncomfortable about it. Just similar enough to be immediately recognizable, but different enough to be dissonant -- it was a little like the uncanny valley in reverse. It was hard to say whether X felt as bothered by it; there seemed to be more curiosity than discomfort in his examination.

He took X's request to simply have been borne out of a need for a little space while getting acquainted with this too-human reflection. Nothing more than an extension of the fascination with which X had studied his face. Harpuia nodded wordlessly and backed off, keeping the flashlight pointed in the same general direction so X could continue his business at the mirror. His own attention, meanwhile, wandered to their dark surroundings.

...Any way he looked at it, nothing here would make a serviceable weapon, unless any potential threats out there had a fatal aversion to hand soap. This particular stop seemed to be a waste of time. Not that Master X could be faulted for bringing them here, of course; he was likely just as unfamiliar with this place's layout as Harpuia was.