Ruth crouches down before her mirror again, pushing her stuff in first before she scoots through. It's disorienting for a moment, going through nothing but finally feeling warm, and then she's standing up again, Logan's voice nearby.

She stretches her arms like she's just waking up, unsure what to do with the sudden sense of freedom. This is better than those cagelike rooms. This is...it's unending possibility.

"Yes. Pardon," she murmurs, bending over in search of her cane and bag. "I think...yes. This is okay."

As okay as it's going to get, anyway.