Alastair all but beamed down at her, as though she had just done something he was pleased with. In many ways, he was, but that didn't mean much in the overall scheme of things. Still, this was playing out nicely as far as he was concerned.
"Good girl," he said, reaching out to unstrap one strap himself, then waved over one of the vampires. The white cloth strips it held were less for modesty's sake and more for function, as the demon knife wounds were the deepest and they couldn't have Ruby bleeding out everywhere.
Leaving the vampire and Ruby to sort that out, Alastair went and called in another, who more carried than led in a man, once likely very healthy and athletic. One among many that had been brought here, so much more fragile because they wore out so quickly. No new day for them every day, as there was in Hell, but Alastair was hoping to change that once he'd gained one of those with the 'special' blood.
"Now, you be careful with this one, they so often break here before they break," he said, the tone almost chiding, if one could even believe Alastair capable of such a thing as chiding. "The human condition is, in the end, just fragile. Such a waste of resources."
Stepping back, he nodded to the nearly-unconscious man and then to Ruby. It wasn't a choice truly made until she had put the man on the table and went to work.
"Show me what you remember, Ruby," he said, circling widely around the table. "Impress me. Who knows? You might get a reward beyond just getting off the table."