The apprehension and excitement of it all was blending together in Ruby and making her feel jittery, her hands coming together in front of her ribcage to allow her fingers to tangle together as she attempted to sort out what their next plan would be. The fact that she'd stepped from a familiar building into a hotel she'd never seen or visited before made the question over how Sheriff Graham could possibly be alive seem minor in that moment. Figuring out where she was and how she could leave, if she could leave, if she even wanted to leave, was taking precedence, though she'd have to dedicate some thought to the smaller wonders of her situation sooner rather than later.

She turned at the sound of David Nolan's voice, surprised, as she sensed Graham was as well. Was everyone from their town here now, or was it just them? If someone was picking members of the city for some sort of trip, it seemed strange that a waitress, a presumed dead sheriff and a former coma patient would be among them, but what did she know?

"Mr. Nolan," she said, then had a look behind him, wondering if anyone else would approach, like Mary Margaret. Or his wife. "What is this place?"