The real Barry's eyebrows, on the other hand, drop into a sharp, surprised frown, and he lifts his other hand to press against the glass of the mirror, seeing if an Arcane Knowledge check might tell him anything: this looks like some form of divination, if nothing else.

"Can't be worse than what I've already gathered. Uh. You've decided I'm on your team, o-or that I kind of represent what you're about, I guess. And I'm supposed to help you win?"