Becca was scared now, and it probably showed in the slight widening of those blue eyes, or a dilating of the pupils--not that Sam was looking that closely. If he was trying to get to Ruby, then he was probably on the right track.
She knew that it was pointless arguing with Sam. He killed host bodies all the time without batting an eye. He'd pull the trigger. Neither one of the personae in the redhead's body wanted to die--but Ruby was shit at begging. What would Becca say?
"Sam, don't," she said, her voice growing urgent as Rebecca fought for the surface. "Please. I don't know, I swear. Azazel knows I'm a traitor, why would he tell me anything?"