She didn't look good. Better than before, when he had first saw her after the abduction, but not the best either. Most people usually didn't look so well around here nowadays, himself included, but it was more than strange to see Ruby looking rough. Sam was far from used to it. Quietly waiting for her to enter the house, Sam shifted to the side and pushed the door shut. Pausing to lock it, he shrugged. "I don't think it counts much for looking if I don't know where to start. That's just mostly me grasping at straws. Drawing circles. Running in them. Whatever."
He turned to look at her, arms folding over his chest. "You feeling all right?"