Even through the mirror he can hear the hesitation in her voice. Logan gets it, not wanting that vulnerability, but it's not as if either of them have a choice. She needs to know what's around her if they have any chance of finding a way out that won't just dump them back out into the flood and snow.

He moves to stand in front of the mirror, peering into her room through the webbing of cracks that runs through the glass.

"There are.. a couple big metal tables runnin' through the middle of the room. Ovens on the wall opposite this one, hoods and industrial fixings. Pots, trays. Lotta metal." Logan shifts, tilting his head, trying to see around a corner that isn't there. "No windows. No.. no door."