"Hey." She looked over at the person who'd just come in, trying to match her to the inch-high images of people she'd seen on her Helper. About the same age as Ivy, this girl was Asian and clearly there for their little soiree (though she didn't look quite so thoroughly enthused about it as Ivy was).
"You're..." She cast back for a name. "Olivia? Right?" Something like that, at least.
Ivy gave her a jaunty smile and jerked her head back toward her top hat. "Think of it as the slush fund," she said, and took a swig of her beer. "Margarita slush, maybe. How're you?"