<strong>Ruth</strong><br/><br/>Esther's never been an easy one to bluff, especially when she's familiar with the bluffer. There's no way Ruth would really take off on a cultist pilgrimage of sex and drugs - insane, the lot of them. She doesn't even try to keep a straight face for the idea when Esther calls her on it, grinning at the very thought for just a few moments. Not like there was much point keeping up the charade by then anyway.<br/><br/>Time to get serious, though. Fine. "Yeah, yeah, you're right. I just..." She shoves off the desk back to her feet, goes pacing out into the room a ways, toward the curtained doorway. "I do like it here, as much as anywhere is good to be in these times. People know what they're doing. Even if I don't always agree with those goals, they<em>have</em>some. Cringe's place, all people want is<em>more</em>. Nothing to aim at's concrete. And Ambrosea..." She just laughs, shakes her head.<br/><br/>"Still though, I can't just up and...fuck." Ruth runs hands through her hair, thinking things over. Takes a slow, deep breath in, lets it back out. "I'll think it over while I take care of this myself," she says at last. Maybe it's not the way she wants things to go, but there are worse outcomes. Have to give it some serious consideration. Nothing like getting herself deep in the shit to make undesirable ideas seem that much more reasonable.<br/><br/>And since that's her answer given that's probably the end of the conversation, unless Esther has something else she wants to say? Otherwise it's time to get going. Other, less pleasant places to be before sundown. Sure as shit don't want to be hanging around Cringe's part of the hold come nightfall.