When he touched her Ruby did not start away from him, but instead moved her gaze to meet his. She was aware in that moment of his touch, and of how little touch she'd experienced in what felt like forever. Granny was always there to break up anything that got started, and while she did not read his intention or their situation as even vaguely romantic, it did make her hyper aware that she was without Granny for the first time in her life. And, no matter where they were, whatever Ruby decided to do, she could do it. It was frightening but thrilling too, and she met the Sheriff's smile with a broader one of her own. It was her first taste of adventure, as far as her memories were concerned, and she was finding herself more than agreeable to it. "Yes, we will," she agreed.

She felt safer there with him than she would've on her own, and she smoothed her hands down over the sparse material of her shorts, breaking away from his gaze finally to have another look around. The sheriff was a devastatingly handsome man, she'd long been aware, but now was not the time to engage in flirting and she was afraid that no matter her fear or excitement or trepidation at their new surroundings, if she continued to look at him she might not be able to resist at least tweaking at him a little. The bizarreness of her entire situation was beating about her brain, but because she could not handle that much impossibility just then, not when she needed to focus on not losing her mind entirely, she just ignored it. It was terrifying and wonderful what the human brain could do when one sat their mind to it.

"There are people here," she said finally. "Should we ask one of them what this place is, or do you think it's not safe?"