Portals. There was a great way to start a story. Already Ruby had the sinking feeling that she was seriously out of her element in wherever this story was heading, but she kept quiet, eyes trained on Sam as she listened intently, mulling over the information as he threw it at her. Every bit of the situation felt familiar enough -- save for her less than stellar wardrobe selection -- that she could ease up despite the constant pressure in he spine that was always reminding her that she was landlocked to coma girl. That was second place to the ease that Sam hanging around put on her nerves, and focusing on whatever the deal with this pocket dimension was made it easier to ignore the angel factor.
When he finished, she looked down at the knife in her hand, obviously impressed. She'd like to say it was a case of savior complex strikes again, but she knew there was no chance he'd just grabbed it outta the freaking glovebox to bring it back to her. That was pushing her luck even back before Dean had come prowling back around the land of the living.
She was going to remark on their luck that the knife had come back, but that last implication stopped her dead in her tracks, mouth hanging slightly open as she hesitated to process. His abilities were kicked back into gear. He didn't exactly reek of joy about the fact, which she'd have to work on, but the fact that he was even mentioning it meant he knew it was big news. Good news. And that brought a slow, genuine smile to her face. Well, look at the kid go.
"You pulled a demon," she clarified bluntly. "Nobody around except a demon for you to smoke. Kinda left that part out, Sam." At least, she could assume he was smoking a demon. The way he'd reacted to her bringing up the possibility of his other abilities didn't exactly lend to him whipping anything else outta the arsenal just for a dog and pony show. It changed things to know that there was a demon in the equation. Either it had broken into Landel's little pocket, or Landel had trapped it there to wait for Sam. Neither option was really looking too good. If the demon broke in, it meant they weren't safe from them inside the facility like she'd thought. But, if Landel put it there, it meant he was leading them on to think that Sam could use them again for any sensible reason.
"Sammy, that's --" there was an excited kind of relief in her tone and she shook her head. "It's great news. Do you even realize what that means?" Apparently, she didn't think he did, cause she just kept going without giving him much of a chance to respond. "It means we got a better idea of how he's pulling this off. You got outta range. Sure, we take a walk outside, it's still covering us, but if you could get far enough away through your portals that they were coming back?"
She pushes away from the desk and begins to slowly walk across the room to where Peter's desk is, pacing a little bit but slowly enough that it's more like strolling while she thought. There was a lot to consider. Whether it was just distance or some kinda dimension jump or -- it was way above her paygrade, that was for sure. First angels, now this crap. They could handle it, but she didn't really make a habit of trying to find ways into alternate planes of existence that she didn't belong on. Not exactly her brand of homework. Maybe it should have been.
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When he finished, she looked down at the knife in her hand, obviously impressed. She'd like to say it was a case of savior complex strikes again, but she knew there was no chance he'd just grabbed it outta the freaking glovebox to bring it back to her. That was pushing her luck even back before Dean had come prowling back around the land of the living.
She was going to remark on their luck that the knife had come back, but that last implication stopped her dead in her tracks, mouth hanging slightly open as she hesitated to process. His abilities were kicked back into gear. He didn't exactly reek of joy about the fact, which she'd have to work on, but the fact that he was even mentioning it meant he knew it was big news. Good news. And that brought a slow, genuine smile to her face. Well, look at the kid go.
"You pulled a demon," she clarified bluntly. "Nobody around except a demon for you to smoke. Kinda left that part out, Sam." At least, she could assume he was smoking a demon. The way he'd reacted to her bringing up the possibility of his other abilities didn't exactly lend to him whipping anything else outta the arsenal just for a dog and pony show. It changed things to know that there was a demon in the equation. Either it had broken into Landel's little pocket, or Landel had trapped it there to wait for Sam. Neither option was really looking too good. If the demon broke in, it meant they weren't safe from them inside the facility like she'd thought. But, if Landel put it there, it meant he was leading them on to think that Sam could use them again for any sensible reason.
"Sammy, that's --" there was an excited kind of relief in her tone and she shook her head. "It's great news. Do you even realize what that means?" Apparently, she didn't think he did, cause she just kept going without giving him much of a chance to respond. "It means we got a better idea of how he's pulling this off. You got outta range. Sure, we take a walk outside, it's still covering us, but if you could get far enough away through your portals that they were coming back?"
She pushes away from the desk and begins to slowly walk across the room to where Peter's desk is, pacing a little bit but slowly enough that it's more like strolling while she thought. There was a lot to consider. Whether it was just distance or some kinda dimension jump or -- it was way above her paygrade, that was for sure. First angels, now this crap. They could handle it, but she didn't really make a habit of trying to find ways into alternate planes of existence that she didn't belong on. Not exactly her brand of homework. Maybe it should have been.
No use worrying about it now.