She frowns a little, though it's as thoughtful as it is disagreement. She folds her hands in her lap, the blanket tucked in her fists to keep it securely over her shoulders. Ruby still feels cold, even with it, but--that can wait, and it does help.

"Well...I think people might disagree with that all being bad. I know what it's like, to have...baggage." There's a quiet twist to how Ruby says the word, but it's entirely self-directed. "I just--you can't convince me all those things are all bad. And for the record, I like you. All of you."

She sort of feels like she's overplayed her hand once she says that, as though she's pushed too far, but at least she's wholly sincere.