The shrink comes looking for whoever wrinkled all that damn time he JUST brought home from the dry cleaners, as you hoped he would. He’ll make the strategic call to grab Mari, even though he can see you plain as day. He’s got bigger fish to scry.
Whatever that kid ogles with, it ain’t eyes, and you sure as hell can’t fool him with distortions of any of the traditional spectrums. Given that this whole scene is basically an elaborate hallucination created by hundreds of billions of lightswitches flicking on and off with manic urgency, you’d PERSONALLY hate to know what it looks like without a Euclidean pseudo-flesh wrapper. Still, APPARENTLY it can’t be THAT utterly maddening if its worth tuning into to MEDDLE IN YOUR SCANT ANTICS.
He’ll crack the case of the ghost necklace in a few minutes, you’re sure. In all likelihood, Jace knew you would attempt this before you conceived of the idea yourself. He won’t tell though.
Wouldn’t want to rob you of the fucking growth of breaking Mari’s heart with your own two hands.