[Too late for that advice, and Quentin would have pulled it despite it, but he just shrugs.]

It... it didn't stay off.

[It's not much of an explanation and it probably doesn't make any sense, not even in context and Quentin turns back to the dishes. Not many are left by the sink, but rubbing the soap-soaked rag over them, gives him something to do with his hands.]

The cover. And-- who even does that. Covering mirrors. It was-- I know it was some stupid superstition back in. Way back, to stop ghosts or spirits from being caught inside of one. But why the hell do it here?

[The plates and cutlery clanks against the counter, and Quentin uses the towel to dry them off, hands moving slowly.]

Maybe this is a cult.