Ivy watched them go with narrowed eyes, then slumped as soon as they were out of sight, sighing. This...was distinctly not-good. She paused for a long minute, then moved to her clothing, carefully folding it up and putting it on an out of the way surface. She hoped that it wouldn't be destroyed. That would be...unpleasant. Most of her first years of income went into the suit.<br/><br/>Having done that, she looked around the room and explored a little, but she didn't dare touch anything. She<em>did</em>, however, go over her collar by touch.