Hauling ass sounded good to her. But then Chase was doing... something and Ivy stood there and watched him, her brows furrowed curiously until she realized what he was making. A molotov in a plastic bag. Ivy glanced briefly at Scotty. She would have never thought to do that, and she really hoped they didn't have to use it. It still made her feel oddly better that they had it though. For all they knew, this could be nothing, and that scream was just Vanessa trying to get their attention.
"So should we yell again? See if it... if she responds?" Ivy began to walk in the direction where they heard the sound minutes before. "Or maybe Jerome will be out there. We need to make sure we're still heading in the right direction if we go towards the sound instead of the markers on the GPS."