Her hand braces on the other side of him, holding her ground as she looks back at him.

"No, it can't be me because I was talking to you while you were being chased by it. It could be you, if I were inclined to be paranoid and come up with increasingly complicated explanations for how you took a picture of yourself while talking about yourself without letting on. And I don't think even you would make it so pointlessly difficult, and it would be a different sort of conversation entirely if you were talking to me about how to take down your other self, and rather more meta, I imagine.