"How chivalrous," there was some overdramatized appreciation and pomp in her tone as she pocketed the box of matches and took the gun from him. This was gonna be fun. Ruby wasn't an especially gun-inclined person. She preferred up close and personal, and she preferred something that she had more control over. She preferred her knife, but instead, it was sitting useless in a box at the Institute. So she'd take the shotgun, and she wouldn't complain. Outwardly, at least.
She immediately began trekking after Sam, trusting him to figure out the issue of direction all on his own. After all, guy could be a major dumbass in all the ways she needed him to be, but it didn't change the fact that when it came down to it, he was the brains between the three of them. Map-reading didn't exactly come with the devil's workshop.
Shooting a paranoid look over her shoulder, she checked on Dean. There were a lot of things she didn't like about him being along for the ride. For starters, that it meant any of Sam's get up and go was off the table, and she could think of a dozen ways it mighta come in handy. More than that, though, she just really wasn't keen on the idea of him breathing down her neck ready to gut her if she twitched wrong.
"Yeah, y'know, I've been around long enough to handle this crap --chances are, a whole lot better than you can. So how about you stuff it before we lose the one advantage our side's got? You know. Surprise. Kinda requires some silence, genius." She rolled her eyes. If there was anything she'd learned from dealing with Dean, it was that shoving logic back in his face while telling him to shove it was the most satisfying way of coping with him hanging around. Freaking leech. As she turned to face forward again, trudging through the humid, mucky jungle after Sam, shoving branches of bushes out of her way, she muttered finally, "Amateur."
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She immediately began trekking after Sam, trusting him to figure out the issue of direction all on his own. After all, guy could be a major dumbass in all the ways she needed him to be, but it didn't change the fact that when it came down to it, he was the brains between the three of them. Map-reading didn't exactly come with the devil's workshop.
Shooting a paranoid look over her shoulder, she checked on Dean. There were a lot of things she didn't like about him being along for the ride. For starters, that it meant any of Sam's get up and go was off the table, and she could think of a dozen ways it mighta come in handy. More than that, though, she just really wasn't keen on the idea of him breathing down her neck ready to gut her if she twitched wrong.
"Yeah, y'know, I've been around long enough to handle this crap --chances are, a whole lot better than you can. So how about you stuff it before we lose the one advantage our side's got? You know. Surprise. Kinda requires some silence, genius." She rolled her eyes. If there was anything she'd learned from dealing with Dean, it was that shoving logic back in his face while telling him to shove it was the most satisfying way of coping with him hanging around. Freaking leech. As she turned to face forward again, trudging through the humid, mucky jungle after Sam, shoving branches of bushes out of her way, she muttered finally, "Amateur."