When Sam's hand touched her arm, Ruby stopped in an instant. Like an obedient animal, she turned towards him, her eyes locking on his and seeking something out there. In a way, it hurt that he honestly thought he had to throw it out there -- she'd given up a hell of a lot for Sam, and not once asked for jack in return. And here he was, drawing all that into question.

The fact that it hurt bothered her. Enough to get a smarmy, defensive remark.

"And here I was, planning to go all Texas Chainsaw on whoever's around when I smoke in." She rolled her eyes at Sam's assumption, making her distaste for the warning clear. "A little trust goes a long way. Maybe sometime, you could try it on for size." There was toughness to her glare that covered up the way it stung, and she leveled it at him, then glanced back to the hollow of the tree.

Oh, what the hell. Sammy'd catch her. The smoke bubbled up in her throat as she pushed her way out of the body, causing coma girl's head to tip back and her mouth to open as the smoke poured out, rising high into the trees. Ruby was ditching this conversation and putting it behind her ASAP. Too much of the touchy feely involved, and she'd made her point. She didn't want to dwell on why she didn't like it.