Jeff looks around them, not quite sure what to expect as the other man moves away from the mirror. Like, what, the lights are just going to turn on again? Are they even off, or are they just... smothered by darkness?

All questions aside, the frustrated edge in Kirigan's voice comes out loud and clear. He gets it. It's a much more measured and dignified mirror (ha) of his own frustrations, with about 100% less swearing.

"Yeaaaah, uh..." How to put this without accidentally insulting the dude? "If things worked like they should, then magic wouldn't be on the fritz... You don't feel it? The way the--" He gestures vaguely up at nothing. "--frequency's scrambled? Even basic shit's totally messed up!" A beat, before he eyes the mirror cautiously and adds, "Which, in this case, might be for the best, because I don't know if magically poking at the unknown is a super great idea..."

That's how you get demons on the brain.