She spends hours staring at her reflection. She knows what she looks like, of course, Angelus always used to draw her, but they didn’t have so many mirrors the first time she was human.
She looks fragile, vulnerable. What would her Master think of her now?
She can feel human guilt gnawing at her chest.
Finally she pummels the mirror in the bathroom with her weak human fists until it cracks. She does the same to all the other mirrors and then sinks to the floor, spent. She doesn’t notice she’s bleeding until she hears Lindsey speaking soothingly to her.