At her gut...no, she doesn't want that. Ruth wants the opposite of that, having to navigate this room by someone else's say-so and trust that she won't be led astray. Even knowing who's giving the directions--Mr. Logan's only going to try to help, she'd be a fool to imagine otherwise--doesn't help.

But they have to get out of here somehow. And breaking the mirrors sounds like it won't do any good.

"Please yes." She swallows, moving to the side so he can see the rest of the room a little better. Her hand shifts, too, fingertips lightly pressing against the glass and drawing away again, the odd pull of the glass a weirdly tempting fidget.