You really want to help? [She raises her eyebrows, looking interested and walking closer to Claire, effectively pinning her to the wall.] Well, I guess I can think of one way. [She looks like she might tell Claire what that is, but instead she just clocks her with a decorative vase. You're welcome, Claire. When the girl passes out, Ruby duct-tapes her hands and feet together -- and her mouth, thank God, and tosses her in a closet, hiding a hexbag in the ceiling.]
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