Which is clearly untrue, if only because they're both stuck in this idiotic puzzle-box set of rooms. The only thing either of them can rely on is each other. But Ellie sounds pissed, and Ruth is pissed, and the most satisfying thing she can think of is to shake her head.

(Tempting, continuing to yell. But stupid, especially since that headache's lingering longer than the nosebleed.)

"No. Pardon." She walks away from the mirror, back toward where she remembers the desk being, and picks up the ink pot Ellie'd admired. That'll probably be okay in her bag, if she keeps it at the bottom--but she's just going to have to hold onto it. "Find yes your way out."

She'll wait.