Bramblepoint young, wild american lookin' to be somethin'

Entirely unperturbed, Ivy merely shrugged her shoulders and drawled, Suit yourself.  The passing stranger wasn't the same one who'd made all that racked off in the trees somewhere, that much she knew.  She'd never see it coming if that inky-black stranger wanted to do her any real harm.  No, that female was a true professional.

A familiar voice gave her pause - for just a second she ceased munching on her apple while her pale green eyes rolled skyward.  Good old Wow-ee, of course she'd be the one to come across Ivy first.  It wasn't clear if the Redhawk was even trying to keep her voice down, but based on her loud-as-hell spying efforts, that was probably not the case.  Either way, Ivy didn't get up to move or say anything further.  If the two females wanted to have some kind of weird meeting in the woods at night, it was really none of her business.