Breathing with Sam helps. She falls into a sort of rhythm and the panicky, choking feeling starts to dissipate.

She's definitely not in harm's way, and without looking at the scar where a bullet wound once resided, she can't tell him for sure what's going on, but she's not bleeding externally.

She shakes her head a little. "No. I'm the only one in here." Even if Chelsea were to be completely silent, Ruby would be able to feel her. She assumes that Chelsea went to heaven a long time ago. "I haven't had to deal with remembering how to breathe in over six hundred years." So she doesn't doubt this is all her panic. She takes another deep breath then looks down at herself. "Do I--look the same to you?" She wants to make sure he still likes the way she looks.