It's a little strange to be so close to Ruth but unable to smell or sense her, almost like talking to a very high definition video image, or something projected in the Danger Room. But Logan knows she's there, in reality, even if the reality isn't exactly here, so he tries to make the lie convincing.

"I'm all right, kid."

He reaches up to touch near where her hand is brushing the glass, brushing fingertip against the smooth surface. It feels warm, almost comforting. Like it's ok just to be there. He grunts a little at that, surprised. The mirrors haven't felt anything except threatening before. This is new. And interesting.