Well, he wasn't pulling the trigger yet, but obviously playing Ms. Nice Girl wasn't going to work forever. She crossed her arms and listened to his miniature tirade from inside her metaphysical cage. A captive audience.
"Like I'm the only demon you know," she said, noting the break in his gait. "Listen to Jimmy, Sam. I'm not the one with the vendetta here." Okay, maybe that was a little too accusatory, but it was true. Wasn't it?
Suddenly Becca was beginning to doubt herself again. Had Ruby been laughing behind her back all along? No, she told herself, that's just what Sammy wanted her to think. Or was it what Ruby thought that Sam was thinking? "It wasn't me."