But Cathy McDonald was gone. Taken somewhere...They...Whoever they were and in LA there was usually one big shiny corprate culprit. She nodded once, still focused on the girl, Cathy she couldn't help right now, this girl she could try to. She was alive and breathing so she was fine. Well, probably hurting. Probably a lot. But she wasn't in danger of death and she was handing her something while trying to sit up.
Trace a sigil?
"Can I?..." she asked forgetting to explain, the girl still came off as strange to her, she couldn't figure it out but Ruby felt she needed to ask. Had to specify... "I'm a demon. I don't know if...will it work?"
She didn't know why it wouldn't, but then she didn't know what the girl was that could heal herself with marks on her arm and she didn't want to do anything to make her feel worse.