The fact the visual on the mirror as Logan moves it is literal swaying makes Eliot stifle a groan of discomfort. Even if he tries to pretend this is some kind of weird tv, it's not the most comfortable thing to stare at. He's goddamn happy when the mirror is put down again, taking a bit of time to resettle his stomach before going back to looking at the locker.

...it's unfortunate that he misses the wait time because Logan'a already cutting into it like butter, and Eliot is pretty sure he could have just opened it like a normal person if he'd bothered feeling around for more than two seconds. There's the strained sound of metal scraping as Logan slices through the material, and the magician flinches back, breaking the reveal spell to cover his ears.

"Jesus Christ," he huffs, "There was a handle."