Re: Derek and Ruth - September 8th
If a little grime had bothered Ruth, this would be the wrong place and the wrong business for her. Hell, better rule out the whole damn apocalypse if you didn't want to get dirty. She rolled her eyes slightly at Derek trying to clean himself off and ignored his hand -- what, were they businessmen now? -- in favor of a brief but not unfriendly hug. Someone made it back to camp after an extended period away, that was a fucking miracle, and you didn't just shake his hand.
"Boys and their toys," she commented wryly, sparing a glance for the headers. Wasn't really her area of expertise, though, so it was just as well they were wrapped up.
Being kind to her dog was always a smart move when it came to getting into Ruth's good graces, and it didn't escape her notice that Calamity seemed pleased with the attention, sending Derek a sad-eyed look when the scratching stopped. But the humans were onto the next thing, Ruth watching as Derek fetched the wooden box, her expression one of mild amusement as she noted how pleased he seemed with whatever he’d found.
Although, as it turned out, the smug attitude was warranted. “Look at you, Keeper of the Seeds,” Ruth said, approving, eyes scanning the contents. She picked up a packet at random, shaking it softly. Pity she knew jack about growing things, but someone in the camp would. “You think they’re still good? Earth’s so sour, I don’t know if we’ll ever get them to take even if they are.” Pessimism was Ruth’s natural mindset, but that didn’t mean she lacked appreciation for the find. Fact was, they needed this. Austin, the Park in particular, wasn't gonna last on canned food forever.