She nods--Scotland--and listens to him describing what's around them. It sounds like it belongs in the Savage Land, if it's a cave full of light trapped within stone. (Maybe it's glowworms? He forgets to explain just what the light is, where it's coming from.)

And then Ruth pauses, tilting her head. That could be a few people she knows, but people've started to meet Logan here. (Has William? She's not actually sure.) Lifting a hand, she mimes running it up non-existent hair: up from her head, back slightly, but mostly up. It wouldn't make much sense, if not for the reflection of David doing the same: in one crystal, his hair dark, in another, more like rainbow tentacles stretching up into smoke.

"Him?" she asks, wondering if it's necessary, and waits for laughter or recognition. It's extraordinary, the desire to check for herself--but she's trying to stay inside her own thoughts, not reach out from her mind into the rest of the world.

(But if it's him, she's not sure she'll be able to resist.)