She was going to keep fighting for him. For them. That alone was enough to brighten Sam's mood just a bit more than it already was. Looking pleased, he stared down at their hands and nodded. "Good. So long as you're willing to fight, I'll be here with you. We'll do this together, Ruby. I promise you that." He couldn't help but feel an extra burst of warmth at the mention that she was his girlfriend. They didn't necessarily use titles, but that was exactly what he wanted for her to be. His and his alone. Sam squeezed at her hand once more, then turned to look at the bag that she was pushing to the floor. At the sound of the chains clinking from within, Sam couldn't help but cast a devious look in her direction. Now that? That sounded like the beginning of a beautiful evening.
"I want..." Sam leaned toward her, pushing past the place where people would dub it as personal space and leaning in to the point where it looked as though he was going to kiss her. He refrained from doing so. Instead, Sam brushed his mouth lightly against her own as he breathed, "I want you to grab that bag. Get the chains out. And follow me." That said, Sam pulled away from Ruby and stood, walking over to the space beside the bed. It was bigger than that of the side of the room that Ruby had entered through, leaving nothing but a dresser and the door to the bathroom. In that area, Sam had managed to draw a trap up on the ceiling.
"It's not finished," he warned her, stooping down to reach underneath the bed. He had tucked a few things underneath along with the chalk he had used to draw on the ceiling. A hook, a few screws, and a screwdriver. Sam figured that they'd be out of here before these people noticed the damages to their ceiling. It was the only thing that made his process of pulling a chair over to where the trap was drawn, climbing up onto it, and screwing the metal hook right on into the ceiling in the center of the trap a less concerning one.