[Libby isn't standing for that, Ruby. TALKING IS KEY. So she heads over to Ruby's room and knocks on the door.]

Ruby, open up.

You know that's not going to happen, so we have two options. Either you let me in, or I let myself in. I'm pretty sure I can kick in a door if it comes to that.

[Libby sighs. Why does Ruby need to make this difficult? Does she think Libby's calling her bluff? Well, time to step it up then.

Libby's not as young as she once was, but she's just as fit, and her first kick lands solidly beside the doorknob, shaking the frame. A handful more, and she'll be in.]

Should I keep this up, or have you come to your senses?

[Libby smirks momentarily.] Thanks for the hospitality.

[And now she's all serious, because really, the smirk was only there because she knew she'd get in, one way or another.]

Look, you know that I try to respect your need for space whenever I can, but we need to talk about this before you have a chance to bury it.

You may think you're fine with it, but it would only make things worse for you down the line.

[She gestures towards the room.]

Are you going to let me in, or do I need to get creative again?

Thank you.

[Libby seats herself on the foot of Ruby's bed, and eyes her inmate carefully. There's no point in starting with how she feels, or they'll never get anywhere.]

The smaller set of clothes you found during the flood. They belonged to your first host body, right?