Logan watches her fetch her things. He doesn't need to worry about that -- he's been travelling light, figuring either he's not going to be here long enough to need anything and that there isn't anything worth picking up. So far, he's mostly been proven right.

He looks up at her as she returns.

"On three." He reaches out to grab the bottom of the mirror, fingers sliding weirdly into nothingness near her feet. "One, two, three."

There's the same warmth and light as he hauls himself up and through the mirror, coming out with a heavy step into the same long hallway he'd reached with Ellie. He glances around, then at Ruth.

"You feel ok, kid?"