Prose:
Looking outside, Iris wonders, "What the hell are they doing."
"That's--" I respond "That must be what making a new panel looks like." And indeed, that appears to be what the stranger is doing. "Didn't know we could do that."
""We"?"
As the panel grows on, I don't answer the question.
"What do you mean, "we"?!
"It's... Complicated."