She was used to people getting a bit distracted when she started to work, but that was okay. It meant she was doing it right. Ivy smoothed her palms firmly down Scotty's back, grinning a bit when he said rad. She didn't think anyone said that anymore. But then, Scotty was the only person Ivy knew who still said yo, so it made sense.
"I still have the mark on my arm," she said. "I've tried scrubbing it off a few times but it just irritates my skin when I do that. I don't think it's going to come off until They want it to. I don't know what it is, but it doesn't hurt or anything." She supposed she got the "worst" of it, like Scotty said, but beyond the initial trauma of being taken by those things, Ivy had no idea what actually happened to her. Not knowing was terrifying, but also... she could pretend it never happened at all when she needed to. But Ivy didn't really want to talk about that night much. Not while she was trying to help out Scotty. "Do you have any particular areas you want me to focus on while you're here?"