Clearly she'd been putting out the wrong impression if thats what people thought of her. She knew its what they thought of Dean. No, he wasn't supposed to be smoking that here. But there was worse she could have caught him doing and he looked like he needed it. He had thought since she was corporate that she'd never think of him as anything other than a looser, which really couldn't have been further than the truth. But she was willing to chalk it up to wrong impression if he was. Even if it did sort of bother her a little bit. Just a little. "Then consider the stick removed when we talk, okay? Don't think of Miss Townsend or whatever. I'm just Ruby, okay?" She took the lighter from him, quickly lighting her own little taste of sin and watched him as he took a hit. Nothing changed. There was no crowd of security, no team leads. Just them. And even if he didn't remember her, which tugged at her in a way she didn't quite understand, she'd be there for him now, she could be there for him now.
"I don't need to hear about them. No. But what if I think maybe I can help. Or what if I tell you about my thanksgiving, and my mother thankful to me only for Lauren but not my lifestyle. Good job, good prospects. And she still thinks I'm a waste of space. I'll never be anything other. What do you think we do after closing. Go and live in perfect penthouses? I got a one bedroom so I can send Lauren to a good school when she's older. Private school if I can manage it. I want her to have the life I didn't. So tell me Sam, cause there's nothing you can say that will shock me and since I already caught you out here smoking that, I know its got to be pretty stressful. I'm impartial right?"