There is a fond protectiveness or sorts, as well as the comfortable sensation of security she finds in her friend's words. Sometimes she isn't sure that she deserves a friend like Ruby.

"Okay," she agrees and follows Ruby toward the sofa in front of the large flat screened panel.

She removes her shoes before she sits; peculiar ornamental things clearly not designed for people who do much walking. "Can you even remember the last time when it was just the two of us getting to spend time together? Have fun?"

She's trying... but she isn't sure that she can remember, herself.