Ruth considers that for a moment, then turns, the pool cue skidding before her. (Just in case. Not a lot to bump into here, but--just in case. She hates this feeling, her cells wondering if she's about to wander off the edge of a cliff. At the worst of things, back at home, she could at least manage walking. Wandering around, hoping for the best...it hasn't been like this since before her mother died.)

Inside the cupboard...well, for that, she cheats, letting herself find the enormous can of boiled potatoes, the uncooked oats next to it, and...a box of cake mix? A weird mix, but some of it's edible. There's a pair of kitchen shears, too, and they seem sharp. Those, Ruth takes first.

When she comes back, blood's dripping down over her lips. "Have to yes, to get you on the other side of the mirror. Yes. Probably won't find much to eat over there."