He was having a lot of difficulty expressing concern over Ruby's previous situation at the moment. He had worried for her, briefly, before the blood withdrawals had taken him over. Now he was slowly gaining ground back on functioning normally. His definition of normal. Maybe he'd find the capability soon.
"Oh yeah? And how do you intend on guaranteeing that? We can't predict the -" Sam had turned to look at her, his momentary outburst being halted by the flash of silver in her hand. A flask? What the hell did she want him to do with that? "I'm not in the mood to drink right now," Sam stated flatly. Actually, he was. He was slightly hungover, in fact, but the pain that went with the hangover was being blocked out by the warm rush her blood had granted him. It was probably the most pleasant thing to hit him in days.