"I'm gonna take it on faith that you're not. With any luck, I won't come to regret that." She doesn't know Sam well enough either way to be able to pin him as being either Real or Mirror, but he knew her name-- and while that kind of info could have been passed on to a Mirror, quite possibly even by her own, she was willing to trust her instincts on this one. "My gut is usually right."

She slides the flask back into her back pocket, freeing her hands up to reclaim her gun. Wouldn't want to be caught without it here, just in case.

"That's good. I figured it would be loud-- nice of it to give an advance warning," she says flatly, offering a grim smile. "I'm glad you're okay. When things go wrong on this side of the glass... well. They go really wrong."