"Jesus H. Christ." It was all that seemed appropriate to say, really. She was staring at a mirror image of herself. Or, rather, she was simply staring at herself. It was easy to remind herself of this, staring down at the body she was in from the jacket and t-shirt, to the tight jeans, and the boots on her feet. It wasn't exactly anything different than what she might have donned on her time off, but it wasn't her. She couldn't see the face.
The other woman started speaking again and Zatanna held up her hand. "Please be careful. Words have power," she said, grimacing and scrubbing her hand over the fact that wasn't her own. Hair fell into her face and started slightly at the smell of shampoo that she couldn't remember using.
"You look like you're going to tip over in those heels." Not that Zee's center of gravity was completely on point. She felt shorter and flat footed. She pointed to the runes on the wall, only half of which were still legible to her. "Who are you, and tell me you speak this gibberish. Preferably in as few words as possible."