Oh-- no no, no. [Something in her posture droops slightly, an infinitesimal shift; if she had eyes, they might look sad. Partly for his sake--this is a lonely place, for a lot of people--and partly for hers. If they were there, Megan and David and Santo and the rest, she wouldn't have to wonder where they'd disappeared to.] The reflections, thank you, they're memories.

[Which might be reason enough not to go back there, for him. Not everyone likes the caves the way she does. (Not everyone can avoid looking at the endless cuts of crystal.)]

I'm thank you, I'm Ruth. [With a little jerk to her head, let's go this way, she starts them off in vaguely the direction she came from. If he decides he doesn't want to follow, then she'll go back to looking for the edible bits.] They're pardon dry. Not a lot else. But the city's...sorry, it's full of shadows.