[Ruby tried to stay calm. It was hard, but somehow easy at the same time. Her brain wasn't letting her sit and process it, not yet, even though it'd eventually resurface. She needed to stay functional until she could get out of this situation with Hubert. She was determined.

Hubert's a good shot for someone that hasn't got any experience with a gun, though, Ruby notes, as she watches him take out a couple of the guards—but then he misses, enough to where he gets hurt.

Oh no.

Oh no, now is not the time for that kind of disassociation that she can feel coming on. A loved one getting severely hurt is more than enough to cause her to start shutting down her feelings for the moment, and to feel like she's barely in control of her own body.

She presses her hands against Hubert's shoulder, trying to not panic.]

Hubert! Let me, I'll take care of it, I—

[She doesn't know how to use a gun, but she wants to protect him.]

I'll figure it out! Please! We need to figure out your shoulder—put pressure on it to try to keep it from bleeding too much!?

[She assumes that's how it's handled, at least, even as she pleads for him to hand over the gun.]