Ruby eased to a stop when the cop's hand went up, casually. She even backed up a step and a half, but only because it was in the shade. Hopefully this conversation wasn't going to last a million years, because ten minutes in this sun, she was going to burst into flames.
Her freckled, slightly burned, and scarred shoulder shrugged at the other woman's rather nakedly pointed question.
"Didn't really stop to get their names. They- you know? The federal backed welcome-wagon to Austin, or whateverthehell that was," she joked in good humor, while digging out a half-crushed pack of cigarettes from her cargo pants front pocket. One went to her lips and she lit it with a beat-up Zippo, then talked around it bobbing in her lips. "Look- like I said earlier, I'm not exactly thrilled to be out here, and I'm sure you've got better plans today than roast out here with me. Tell me where you want me to go, and I'll go there. It's getting late anyway."