"If she did break it, that's seven years of bad luck she can't afford," Daud murmurs, without much inflection, careful with the mirror's edges as he lifts it to take a look at his reflection. Like Shura, he elects to ignore Aconite -- visibly, anyway. He'll be quick to move the shard out of her way if it looks like she might be about to pounce, but for now, his concentration's on the image in the glass.