"Ruby. Hey, you're early." Snow? Snow was really not. She shrugged off her jacket and hung it on the back of a bar stool before hopping up onto it. It felt good, so incredibly good, to be with a friend who she could trust and knew her, more or less. Ruby knew Mary and some day perhaps Red would remember Snow, but for tonight that was more than enough for her. Mary Margaret was Snow's docile self, the one to step back into the shadows and follow others plans, and tonight she felt she could sort of use that.
There was so much wrong and wonderful with Lawerence and tonight she wasn't entirely sure she wanted to talk about any of it. Apocalypses, villains, Kansas just being Kansas, Snow was looking for some familiarity. And a night out with Ruby was just what she needed.