Derrick gets frustrated on the fact that this lighter female body cannot hold down a woman such as Maeve down onto the bed. If she was in her original body, she could have easily had this fiery woman bent over any place she wished her to be. she strained and pushed hard down onto the innkeeper's body, but it was all for not. The blond is eventually pushed off and she stumbles onto the floor. Her breath heavy as she realizes the weaker stamina this body possesses as well.<br/><br/>"I keep telling you I'm not Ivy!" Her voice strained and harsh as she looks firmly to the redhead. "I keep telling you that fucking witch took my body!"<br/><br/>The footsteps can be heard and Derrick realizes for the first time he cannot outfight this woman and the upcoming man at the same time. She looks around the room again and quickly sprints for the first thing she could grab as a weapon. She picks up a nearby broom and  twists the handle out from the head. The handle held in her hand like a quarter staff, and now she holds a half decent weapon to await for the man's arrival. She would turn and face the door ready to swing at the man's head the moment he comes through.<br/><br/>