Lia had seen the Mirror Jeremy try to attack him out of the corner of her eye, but was rather busy staring at her own Mirror which was now crouched in front of her, reaching out a hand towards her. She quickly kicked her foot at the Mirror, catching it in the chest. The Mirror stumbled back slightly, only to grab her foot and flip her onto her stomach. Lia winced as she became covered in snow on both sides, then felt the hands on her ankle change. They were now a male's hands.<br/><br/>She squirmed and screamed, only to have her mouth covered and the hand on her ankle slowly move across her body. She writhed and squirmed. The man behind her actually wasn't touching her, but she could feel his 'hand' on her, and Jeremy would see the man violating her over her clothes. After a minute of trying to break free, she pointed the gun back at the mirror and shot it, making blood splatter across the side of her face and across her shirt.<br/><br/>The Mirror fell back and Lia straddled the man's stomach, pulling out her knife before stabbing it repeatedly, covering herself in blood splatters, her eyes blank and void of emotion. She kept stabbing the Mirror even after it stopped writhing and screaming in pain. Her brain finally registered the man was dead and Lia climbed off him, breathing heavily, angrily, shaking before turning on her heel and walking through the snow, eyes still void of emotion, though tears ran down her face.<br/><br/>Her mind and body were in such a state of shock, though, she didn't acknowledge her tears, or her emotions. Walking away until she was maybe four yards from Jeremy, she stopped, glaring at the snow, fingers gripping and relaxing around the gun in her hand, the bloody knife still in her hand as she attempted and failed to get a grip on her reality.<br/><br/>Her mind was stuck back in the past, reliving every touch, every word she was called. After a few long minutes that felt like hours, she calmed down slightly enough to have a slim grasp of reality, though she hadn't cut into herself yet. She remembered Jeremy suddenly and glanced back at him, ready to shoot something if the man was still having problems with his own Mirror. She glanced around and could barely see a faint outline of a cabin in the trees that seemed to grow more detailed as she stared at it.<br/><br/>She glanced at Jeremy before heading for the cabin. Shelter. Better to take shelter in a cabin that might be furnished than outside in the snow. She didn't care if there were more terrors in the cabin.<br/>After that last Mirror, she was ready for anything.