I don't know, [comes Lars's completely unreassuring response. Occasionally, while his reflections are largely behaving besides the standard distortion from the shapes of the mirrors, they jump-scare him—and effectively so. He's walking with tense, irritated posture, clearly kind of frazzled.]

It's hard to tell. Not like there's exactly—landmarks or anything, [he grouses, gesturing with frustration to the mirrors, who imitate his movement sarcastically.] You'd think if the "patrons" in question already get the illusion, and one of 'em works for this stupid place, the exit would make itself a little more magically obvious or somethin'!