"Serves me right for landing in the middle of tense political negotiations, I suppose."

The knock on the door stirs her, and she sits upright on the cot. Thank goodness she can get out and walk, even if it's only between here and her new, more bedroom-shaped cell. Too bad she'll still be able to hear Valentine crying out from a distance.

That little smile of his catches Ivy off-guard, and she mirrors it with one of her own, tempered with a bit of surprise. "Well. You are asking nicely, aren't you?" She stands up and shows him her hands, the universal signal that she means no harm. "I'll be perfectly sweet to you."