Ivy refused to practice the click-clack language as she watched the primer. At first she tried to ignore it, but it real was the only thing to do or concentrate on, so partially just to alleviate boredom...she watched.<br/><br/>When the door opened and the blob entered her nose wrinkled. Being transparaent was bad enough, but watching his organs operate and pump and throb was just disgusting. "Gross.....just....gross. Congealed gravy with organs in it is handling my food...lovely."<br/><br/>She didn't make a move toward it, not wanting to be gassed, or poked with one of those sticks. She also didn't want to be near the blob because of the ick factor. She did however want some answers. "Where's Jill, and why did they take her out of here. I won't talk to anyone else. If you guys want me to cooperate, you have to bring Jill back."<br/><br/>In her next line she was only half bluffing. "You know, I really don't value my life that much...hasn't been all that great...so you can kill me or whatever. I guess I would prefer to live, but I'll die just because I'm a bitch, so if you want to kill me for not talking, fine, but Jill, or nothing."