Ruth had been, thankfully, getting out more. Her sanity required some form of human contact, just like everyone else. Oh, who knew? It didn't make a whole lot of difference. She'd felt the impending interaction with Irene as a bright spot in her future, regardless of the fact that it swam in a sea of gray made by the possible (and certain) deaths in their future.
"Bonjour." Regardless of the lack of eyesight, Ruth smiled just the same. She had, in her own platonic way, fallen in love with Irene as a parental figure. Some psychologist would say Ruth had abandonment issues stemming from the sudden violent loss of her parents as a child. "You've not been sleepin' good. Can hear it in your voice."