She probably would have blended in with the plants if not for her shock of red hair and propensity for fashionable leather jackets -- a girl had to have a few pleasures in life, didn't she?
He wasn't unwise, really, to take his entrance slowly. Ivy didn't air toward violence for no reason, but she wasn't exactly tame either some days. She considered him for a moment -- despite his size and the impossibly strong line of his chin, he seemed genuine, and so she wandered out from where she'd been doing work of her own, the plants practically parting for her until there was cobbled stone underneath her feet instead.
"Is gardening the new winter past time in this place?" She asked, because apparently it was a thing lately. Not that that was a bad thing. Was she the caretaker? Ivy supposed she was. "What did you need help with?"