"Well," she says, sipping her beer, "I've been called worse."

With a wry smile, tilting her head just a little. "I don't think me assuring you that you're not having a psychotic break is going to mean a whole bunch," Ruby starts, "but if I'm a figment of your hallucination, or whatever, then you need to hallucinate someplace with tequila and Madonna records, stat."

So deadpan, for all of half a second before she smiles - an easy, sympathetic thing.