It was her. But somehow different--she may have been somewhat sheltered, but she could tell. Body language is one thing she's learned how to read fairly well, and the tone is different as well.

Finally, Nerys would've said her name in response, she was sure.

She'd never heard of Nerys' accident, being sent to the other side. She didn't even know that the mirror world existed. She certainly didn't know what to make of this woman who looked like her dearest friend.

"It...it is you," she says blankly, simply unable to think of anything else. Because it was, and yet it wasn't at the same time. Prophets, it was strange.