Watching him carefully while he debriefed her on what she was responsible for knowing, keeping up and filing those factoids away. Jackson wasn't a bad plan -- hard to check in on somebody with a name that generic, if they even had the capacity to do that kind of background checking. But she wouldn't provide it unless he expected one, and even then she'd make it difficult.
She knew how hunters operated and she knew how to act like one. Luckily, it was more or less like a demon - distrusting and arrogant. They all were. With that self-righteous saving people stick up their asses. Give a guy a knife and a "monster" and they'd all think they were heroes. Kinda ridiculous. Giving a slow nod, she leaned back against the wall beside the door, arms crossing over her chest as she processed the info.
"All right. Easy enough to remember," that was good news. "And don't get me wrong, I'm not your brother's biggest fan. Honestly, I could do without him." That was a big risk to take, telling the guy who thought his brother was still dead that she didn't give a damn about it. But, they could 'save him' here and she was gonna do everything she could to help him, so that should even it out some.
"But he's your brother, and I know what that means to you." Obedient as always. "I'm gonna do whatever I can to get him out of here with us and I know getting along's gonna help that along. Trust me, Sam, I'll play nice. Believe iet or not, I do know how." Believe it or not. That was a little laughable, and she made sure that the quirk of her lips and one eyebrow implied it. Sam knew all about how nice she could play.
She hesitated, considering one interesting thing about the story they'd apparently spun together and Sam's debriefing. "How's he know I'm version 2.0?" Thinking about it kinda stung -- as though it wasn't bad enough having her memories on the fritz and yanked from her skull by the good doctor, she had to admit to it aloud and sacrifice all that pride. It was worse that Dean knew, to be honest.
She'd done a lot of work to keep anybody from catching on, with the exception of a select few like Sam and Roxas who were on the need-to-know list, and acted like she'd been around the whole time. In a place as populated as Landel's, that was easy, and sure, it had gotten her info, but it might have been easier if she wasn't worried about all of her tale being copacetic with Sam's. Truthfully, they should have had this talk sooner, but there hadn't really been time between weapon-hunting with Roxas and the nurses constantly lurking while the lights were on. Still.
"Not that I'm complaining, but I didn't really think you'd include "Ruby's back all memory-free" when telling him about your day at crazy school."
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She knew how hunters operated and she knew how to act like one. Luckily, it was more or less like a demon - distrusting and arrogant. They all were. With that self-righteous saving people stick up their asses. Give a guy a knife and a "monster" and they'd all think they were heroes. Kinda ridiculous. Giving a slow nod, she leaned back against the wall beside the door, arms crossing over her chest as she processed the info.
"All right. Easy enough to remember," that was good news. "And don't get me wrong, I'm not your brother's biggest fan. Honestly, I could do without him." That was a big risk to take, telling the guy who thought his brother was still dead that she didn't give a damn about it. But, they could 'save him' here and she was gonna do everything she could to help him, so that should even it out some.
"But he's your brother, and I know what that means to you." Obedient as always. "I'm gonna do whatever I can to get him out of here with us and I know getting along's gonna help that along. Trust me, Sam, I'll play nice. Believe iet or not, I do know how." Believe it or not. That was a little laughable, and she made sure that the quirk of her lips and one eyebrow implied it. Sam knew all about how nice she could play.
She hesitated, considering one interesting thing about the story they'd apparently spun together and Sam's debriefing. "How's he know I'm version 2.0?" Thinking about it kinda stung -- as though it wasn't bad enough having her memories on the fritz and yanked from her skull by the good doctor, she had to admit to it aloud and sacrifice all that pride. It was worse that Dean knew, to be honest.
She'd done a lot of work to keep anybody from catching on, with the exception of a select few like Sam and Roxas who were on the need-to-know list, and acted like she'd been around the whole time. In a place as populated as Landel's, that was easy, and sure, it had gotten her info, but it might have been easier if she wasn't worried about all of her tale being copacetic with Sam's. Truthfully, they should have had this talk sooner, but there hadn't really been time between weapon-hunting with Roxas and the nurses constantly lurking while the lights were on. Still.
"Not that I'm complaining, but I didn't really think you'd include "Ruby's back all memory-free" when telling him about your day at crazy school."