Nope.

And it moves again. There's enough space for now that she can still walk around it normally, but why would she do that when she can hug the wall.

yes that seems like a good idea

No, it actually isn't. That would be an admission of fear, of weakness. She can't afford that.

She will not hug the wall. She will stand normally.

At a certain point fear is really just accuracy.

Especially since ignoring it means standing closer the next time it expands like that– no, it didn't really move yet. Did it?

...She shouldn't be this scared, nothing has actually happened.

Yes it has; it's right there. All lurking and stuff.

It does get a lot less scary on reflection.

That was significantly more fear than it warranted. Someone was messing with her.

...maybe it made sense while she was scared, but now she's thinking about that theory and it's almost embarrassing.

Right, best to drop it and never bring it up again-

No, someone is messing with her. Likely the new one, Cherish.

Well, being more specifically suspicious doesn't prompt any change. Still vaguely embarrassing.

Five minutes after its last shift, the glass expands again. Now she actually is too cramped to walk normally, and can't not stare at that thing—

Okay, she's done with it now.

She tears strips off her shirt to wrap up her hands.

It exists at her threateningly.

She aims a blow at one of the less spiky areas.

It breaks about as well as glass should. Then the pieces return to where they used to be, now spikier.

She's not going to stand here and wait to be crushed against the wall. If she can't get out, Shatterbird is at least going to need to keep picking up the pieces she makes.

After breaking it and watching pieces reattach, she'll eventually run out of nearby smooth parts. Which means that when it expands again and she has to stand exceptionally straight, there's nothing on that side to brace against...

(Which is fine; the thought of touching that is almost the worst part of picturing being lacerated to death against the wall–)

"Get out of my head," she hisses, raising her arms to bring them down in one final blow, heedless of damage.

Then damage happens. Partly to it, more to her arms. The first category repairs itself.

Again. She is not going to sit and wait.

This is an extremely questionable idea. Eventually she's going to run low on blood if the pain doesn't convince her to stop first.

If Jack still wants her, he'll have Bonesaw do something afterwards. But she's not going to stop for petty concerns like pain or death.

Eventually she'll stop for similarly petty concerns like blood loss. The no-longer-a-cube expands again, pressing her against the wall in case she's still conscious.

Bonesaw does in fact do something afterwards.

...If she wakes up with her mind intact, there's a limit to how bad it could be.

It's not even close to the limit. Her arms are definitely human ones, if not precisely hers she still wouldn't even stand out on the street. Perfectly functional too.

"Jack said to do as little as possible since you might end up joining or failing. So I didn't do any upgrades or anything just for fun."