She couldn't help but find it amusing, amusing and cute in some level of equal measure. He was freaking out about the drugs, when really it wasn't anything that would hinder him in his workday. It was just marijuana from what she could smell. Hell, she sort of wanted a drag. But Dean would smell it on her if she did. He had a knack. Then he'd go on about toxins and pollutents and give her that drink he kept making to 'detox'. It tasted like ass. "You could go, Or you could finish that and not waste it just on account of me being here. I'm not my boss and I'm not going to report you for relaxing a little mid shift. Do you people think I was born with a stick up my ass or something"
She leaned back against the shelter looking up at the man hoping he'd at least calmed down enough that he could light her cigarette, part of the whole quitting thing meant she didn't carry a lighter and she'd borrowed the cigarette itself from someone in the elevator on the way down. She'd decided she'd needed it today. That little bitch session with Faith and Billie thinking that she was a whore had irritated her to the point she'd needed to get out. Cause maybe it wasn't wrong. Lauren's lack of a definite father was proof of that. The fact that Sam Wesson was one of the potentials when Ruby wasn't even sure he remembered sleeping with her was another. She kind of hoped he did rememeber and was ignoring it for the sake of his wife. She could deal with that better than being forgotten as the office whore.
Still, there'd be no thinking about that. Not here, not with him.
"So tell me Sam, what's got you out here very very lucky it was me and not Dean that ran into you? Or is that veering into the realm of unwanted nosey advice again. Tell me and we can talk about something else. I'm sure there's a local sports team. Or...memories from working here, or whatever. We could be all civil and formal and dull, or you could use the soundboard for a couple minutes?"