Ruby's smile remained at his words, and she moved her arm across the back of the bench to give Loki's shoulder a squeeze. The joint was much smaller than she was used to, feminine and seemingly almost delicate compared to the breadth of bone and muscle she was used to when touching her friend in a similar fashion when he was in his male form, and she shook her head as she returned her hand once more to her lap. "I used to dream of turning heads and raising eyebrows when I was a kid," Ruby said, though she supposed such inclinations had followed her into adulthood as well. "And now I've got a prince from another universe for a friend and he's implying he thinks I'm a complex character. While in a foxy lady body, no less. I'm going to consider this a dream realized. One of many, since I got out of Storybrooke," she joked, though it was true enough.

Ruby was enjoying her time at the Nexus, enjoying the experience she was getting and the friends she'd made, but for all her enjoyment things seemed to be getting far more complicated at every turn. Her friendship with Loki was one of the relatively simple things about her stay as of late, and she did hope it was something that could continue on. While she had been delegated to one spot for the majority of her life, she had to figure there was something transient about Loki if he'd acquired as much knowledge as he apparently had. In a world full of doors, the possibility of Loki disappearing for a while, or all together, seemed all too likely.

"What were you up to?" She asked, looking down at the books, then to the page on which Loki was writing. "Besides looking like a fucking babe in that dress, anyway. This looks complicated," she said with a wave to the page of writing. "How many languages do you know, anyway?"