Ivy was trying not to kill people she didn't need to. Jury was still out on this guy, but she'd give him a week or two and then... check back in. (Without onlookers, hopefully.)

"Y̵̡̤̬̎́͝e̶̛̞̤̬̥̕s̷̛̤̿̎͌̒.̸̭̟͖̰̓ͅ," she said, irritation slipping into that otherworldly voice.

She had been tall before. She was taller still, now. There was something almost stately in the way she strode past Octavia, out the door, and batted one of the incoming security guards aside like he was nothing.