"From the waist down it was a different woman?" That didn't make sense, but since when did anything make sense anymore. Pierce was seeing wizards in the mirror. Maybe Harry Potter, that frizzy-haired girl, and the redheaded kid who looked like an albino monkey would show up next.
He laughed a little too. "I don't know, a wizard could probably fix his own eye, right?" he asked rhetorically, patting Olivia's hand. "Of course it'll be okay. You're not turning into a...a...well, you know, I'll have to research that." He didn't know of any lady characters offhand that were dead from the waist down. But research and figuring things out? That was his forte.