Jötz woke with only a slight start at the sound of screaming. He yawned widely, his length of his fangs and the size of his maw made all the more apparent by the reflex as he stretched. Screaming. It dawned on him that he should be concerned about that. That made him grumpy. Jaegers should be causing screaming, not waking up to it. Calmly he scratched his ass where he sat, then went to automatically to adjust his hat... which wasn't there. Oh, yes. He remembered now. The attack of the toads, the loss of his hat, the severing of Ivy's arm... It had been a rough night, and the latter suggested it was going to be a tougher morning!

Leaning against the ruined wall, he watched calmly with a look of annoyance as Ivy yelled and cursed at him, condemned him with her glances and fear as she tried to get as far away from him as possible. In his experience, it was best just to let her get it out of her system. Still... her ravings did more than annoy him. There was actually a pang in his heart at the sight of her crying and afraid. It wasn't even the fear itself that bothered him, but the knowledge that Ivy's fear was of him.

"Ja, sorry 'bout dat, Mizz Ivy," he yawned again casually. He kept his tone nonchalant, relaxed, despite the ache in his chest to see her so distressed. "Chou vast in der Mad place und it vasn't a good idea to vait too long. Made a pretty goot job of eet, I'm tinking. Didn't think chou vould vant a diet oft flies fur da rest of chou life. Eet's over der, iff'n chou vants to take a look." Jötz waved vaguely in the direction of the severed limb, heavily covered in the thick blue rubbery skins and warts. Keeping his relaxed demeanor, the Jaeger stood and stretched, and the sound of numerous joints and bones and tendons cracking back into place filled the air. "Ve'll need to get chou some clean clothes, I'm tinking. Amputations ist kinda messy."

He looked about the floor to see if his hat had revealed itself yet in the morning light, the frown on his face clear as he realized that wherever his headgear had gone, it was beyond his reach. Kneeling to gather up the cloak and the rest of the gear back into his back, Jötz kept talking as though nothing major was wrong. "Ve get chou to Beetleburg. Dey can make chou new arm der. Or... hey, maybe ve go to Mechanicsburg! I bets dey can grow you new one! Vorse comes to vorse? Ve find resurrection men somevhere on da road. Dey usually gots spare parts cheap."