The woman who had 'helped' Ruth to her seat near the stage had been the kind of person who didn't ask questions, which made Ruth feel a little better. The last thing she really wanted to deal with was a half dozen or more people asking why Warren Worthington III was seating an unknown female anywhere near something so much a big deal. Especially since she certainly did not look the part of any girl Warren had been seen with previously. Ruth was almost painfully plain, unremarkable save for the black blindfold over her face and the cane she had for show. It wasn't something she actually used to get around all that often, but she had it because it was expected she would.
Blind people had canes. Or seeing eye dogs. The cane was lighter and cheaper to feed. All in all, a much better prop than something she had to pretend to control.
The whole thing of what had occurred the night before wasn't what brought the vaguely worried expression to her face. Xavier noted they would be doing what they could to prevent this from happening. He hadn't told her exactly what he intended to do and the whole 'not knowing' set Ruth on edge. She knew what was going to happen. If she tried, she might even be able to predict the when down to within a few seconds.
How in the hell would that help? It wouldn't. Not even given her more peace of mind. Instead, she just made herself listen and try not to tense up. There was no reason for her to allow herself to become tense. Time wasn't on her side, but it wasn't on theirs either. Besides, there were a lot of others in the crowd. They weren't on their own.