Ivy was very glad to see the gun lower, but knew she didn't have a chance in hell of doing anything to get the gun or escape. She looked curiously at the end of the gun. It wasn't bullets, that was for sure. Maybe a laser? Needles? Hard to tell.<br/><br/>Apparantly her words didn't translate to well, the way the woman looked confused.<em>Speak in small words Ivy, no sarcasm either. </em>She cleared her throat to speak. So far this woman had been the only one who seemed to be making any effort to actually commincate, rather than dictate.<br/><br/>"Okay, um....where am I, when do I get to leave?"