Esmeralda gaped. It was thoroughly disconcerting to see herself smile like that. Like a mirror had suddenly become possessed, mocking her with haunting images... She shook her head, snapping out of it. "Your Mistress?" She hissed. "You're not my Mistress, you're my charge. Don't touch me. You're the one that got us into this mess. Maybe I can get us out." She blinked, realizing she couldn't do any such thing. She didn't have her powers.