[ruby rose. the name doesn't ring any bells, but emerald looks amused by it all the same.]

For real? Your name's Ruby?

[she leans forward, pushing off the wall a little so she can extend her hand to shake ruby's.]

My name's Emerald. What are the odds, you know? [see, this is fine. she's being normal about this. even if ruby looks confused by the idea of someone showing something this genuinely pleasant towards her, emerald's not gonna stop. after all, she's been in places like that before, too, she thinks. she doesn't remember a lot of the specifics of where she grew up, but there were definitely—there had to be times where she didn't know what was going on and was too afraid to reach out a hand. right?]

I'm not gonna bite your head off. Don't worry.