[The cackle that comes out of the illusory Harlan's mouth is his tone, but a distinctly feminine melody to it and thee's a gleeul twist to his grin that seems a little unsettling to see on your own face.]

You asbolutely sound like this.

It is an illusion. See, if you put your hand through here - you'd swipe straight over my head.

[She gestures at the top of the illusion.]

Can't make myself taller. But I can make myself look like whoever I want to.