[Beau's trying to shuffle through who she knows that meets that description, but the bit about the armor-- this person's and hers-- send her into a bit of a spiral. It's really hard to keep track of all this, and she thinks her head should hurt, but it just feels... well, like nothing. The way her body feels when she's just coming to wakefulness, or in a dream, a solid piece but without the sensory input elsewhere.]

I think so. I mean, it's not empty, so I've gotta be inside, right?

[But just to illustrate the whole thing, she reaches up and tries to remove the helmet. There's probably locks and stuff, but she couldn't begin to know where those are, so she just tugs instead to show the example.]

But uh, wait. So if you're not Jester... how did you get in there? You think I'm in a whole other person?