Ivy lifted an eyebrow. Draw? "I... can't say that I have ever drawn... but we can do that." she said, eyeing Eve's dirty clothes. She made a mental note to steal some new clothes later. Ivy strutted to her printer to take some paper for the child. She only had a few pencils and pens... she made another mental note to steal various art supplies and toys that would be fitting of a girl her age. How old was she, anyway? "Eve, how old are you?"