Ruby catches sight of a pickup truck in her rearview mirror before it vanishes somewhere in the RV's rather large blindspot. She catches a glimpse of it a moment later, speeding up on the wrong side of the road beside her.

Is this guy...passing me? In that piece of shit?

She looks to her left as the truck evens out with her and catches a glimpse of two rather unsavory looking men who seem to be shouting in her direction. Ruby rolls down her dirty window a smidge to try to listen to the drivers' muffled ramblings. She alternates between looking ahead of her at the road and looking to the left, but it's the glimpse of a rifle barrel pointed her way that steals her attention.

WHAT THE FUCK?!

Ruby instinctively slams on her breaks.

@Curtis rolled 4. (1 + 3 = 4) +1 Cool + Driver: You have +1 ongoing while driving = 6

Ruby forces the key forward in a twisting motion for a third time. Nothing.

Shit shit shit shit.

This is it. All of my bad decisions coming back to haunt me. Good going. Who were those guys? I couldn't quite make them out but they sure didn't look like the Hatch brothers. Someone they sent maybe? I guess it doesn't matter now..

Ruby jumps up from the driver's seat and starts heading towards the back of the camper. Its contents remain spilled across the floor as Ruby haphazardly walks across various trinkets and gadgets, crushing them beneath the weight of her heavy cargo boots.

Think you idiot!

She contemplates for a brief moment before spinning around and pulling back her closet's curtain. She grabs the plastic tote from the top shelf and rips the lid off, removing the contents from the inside.

A grapple gun.

It's an old looking piece of equipment that resembles a hand cannon. It has a dark brown, wooden handle and a slate colored finish. A coil of wire remains wound tight in a spool beneath the barrel, and a three-pronged, silver grappling hook juts from the nose, begging to be fired off.

Time to see if you were worth the trouble it took to snag you.

Ruby takes cover behind a flung open wooden cabinet, points the grapple gun towards the door to the RV, and patiently waits.

FUCK OFF!

[OOC: Ruby thinks her life is in serious danger so when she hears the TRRRRINGGG! of the bells and sees the person's arm/shoulder come into view, she's gonna aim right for it and fire]

@Curtis rolled 8. (3 + 5 = 8) +1 Cool = 9

Oh, no trouble! You just aimed a rifle at me from a truck and ran me off the road.

Ruby presses her thumb down on a button on the side of the grapple gun to automatically reel the hook back in. She prays that it doesn't awkwardly get caught on anything as it makes its return to her.

Now, stay just outside the RV and start talking.

Who the fuck are these jokers? Are they really the best the Hatch brothers can afford? Hard times, I guess..

Ruby frantically tries to yank the grapple gun backwards like a fishing rod to try to unsnag it, but it doesn't budge.

I live here now, numbnuts. How did YOU TWO of all people track me down? Who sent you?

What did he say? Ambuh? Who the hell is AMBUH?!

Who the hell is AMBUH?!

Ruby carefully leaves the safety of the flung open cabinet to peer through the blinds. She sees the hillbilly cock his shotgun over and over in a weak attempt to startle her. She rolls her eyes and ducks back down.

Ambuh? I was Sapphire when I had blue hair. Pearl when I had white hair. Jade when I had green hair....I definitely have never been an Amber. Who is this guy?

Listen, imbecile, I have absolutely no idea who...Amber? is. I have never gone by Amber. I have never met an Amber. I now never want to meet an Amber. Who exactly is it that you think I am?

The laundromat bells chime as the deranged hillbilly rushes into the camper. Ruby scurries to her feet and tries to rush to the wooden baseball bat leaning on the inside of her closet, but the man trains the shotgun on her before she can reach it.

SISTER?! Listen, I absolutely have never had a sister, I promise you that much. My name's Ruby, it never has been and never will be Emily. I have no clue who Emily is but she most definitely is not me.

Ruby eyes the baseball bat and inches closer and closer to it each time his dazed eyes are off of her.

Ruby let out a sigh of relief after hearing him drop Oregon.

This guy is either crazy or he really does think I'm someone else. These clowns were most definitely not sent by the Hatch bros..

Buddy, you did NOT follow me from Oregon. I drove up here from Rhode Island and I've been in town for a few days now. You must've mixed me up with this Emily chick somewhere along the way, I'm telling you.

..my map! Check the passenger seat, I've got a map with the route I took from Rhode Island all highlighted. Go look at it!

Ruby yanks down on the dangling drawstring to lift the RV blinds straight upwards. She wipes the dirty window in a circular motion and peers across the road.

Uhhh...hey man, I think the villain is about to leave you stranded..

I think he's long gone, buddy.

Ruby catches Zeke not so subtly looking her over with his glazed-over eyes, clearly sussing her out.

Can I trust this hillbilly? FUCK NO! But if I don't help him here.....he'll probably murder me!

We aren't chasing him down in the RV since you...you know...destroyed it.

Listen, I'll make you a deal. You help me fix up my camper and I'll help you track down Emily or Ambuh or your hillbilly friend as long as it's within a three mile radius and I'm home in four hours.

Ruby extends a small but capable hand outwards towards Zeke and smirks.

Deal?

Zeke turns Ruby's offer of a handshake into a highfive as Ruby looks down at her extended hand, dumbfounded.

I hate this guy.

She follows Zeke as he struggles down the two RV steps and onto the side of the road. She briefly contemplates just locking the door behind him and holding out in the camper when she remembers his shotgun. She sighs and takes the final step onto the road to join him.

Everything you need to fix the tire is in the side hatch there. You're the one who busted it, you can do the heavy lifting!

Ruby's green eyes suddenly widen and panic sets across her face.

Shit. WINONA! I haven't checked on her since the crash, wait here.

She quickly retreats back inside.

CHILL HILLBILLY! Don't stomp up the steps like that, she gets scared off by heavy vibrations.

Ruby held her arm outwards and allowed the small creature to slither its way upwards.

This is Winona! And she's not a...mamba, she's a harmless garter snake. I've had her for awhile now, she keeps me company in my palace!

Ruby took a quick step backwards and sat down on the RV's raggedy couch, crushing a few scattered trinkets and empty tv dinner trays under her feet as she did.

She ran her finger gently over the top of Winona's head and maneuvered it down her scaly body. She continued to speak to the snake in a much higher tone than her typically low speaking voice.

C'mon baby, head into your cave!

Winona made her way up Ruby's shoulder and into the lowered hood of her sweatshirt. She burrowed herself into the dark, warm space and curled into a messy spiral.

Ruby looked up at a foul faced Zeke and dropped her voice back down to normal.

Problem?