[He has no idea what he's doing here, either, but fuck it. RP scenario rules or something, he's given up trying to comprehend that much. His hand nearly popping off his wrist like a cheap figure, however, is a more immediate, solve-able problem--which, of course, he's going to try to fix by complaining.]

Ow! Jesus, I'm already following you, would you cut it--

[Annnd it's too late. He spots the mirror too, though, and raises an eyebrow at it.]

Seriously. It's not even that big of a closet. [He says, as a fur coat threatens to strangle him. Smacking the sleeve away from his face, he continues:] So... I'm not gonna try anything funny, here, and we've got over 6 minutes left. Any ideas, apart from sitting and staring at each other?