((Ruby starts her day shambling out of bed. Her hair's a mess, her clothes are more comfortable than fashionable, and she doesn't remember what she ate last night. She probably won't even remember what she's about to eat this morning. Her mundane routine stops when she sees you on her couch.))
The moment Ruby sees you, she stops in her tracks. Nonchalantly, she rubs her eyes to see if you're still there. You still are. You're an unknown and unaccounted-for visitor. Not only that, but you're someone she's never seen before. If her brain was able to function, she'd be freaking the hell out right now, but right now? She's just annoyed. — Huh. I've got a visitor. Weird... I'm gonna need you to leave, whoever you are. How she's so casual about this is a mystery.