His apathy derailed her entirely. 

In an instant, Ivy had gone from terrified, raging, to just...staring. She could still feel her shoulders trembling against the wall of the room they'd crashed into the night before. She could still feel her heart pounding, her ears buzzing with shock. If anything, his complete and total lack of regret or anything like it only infuriated her more. But it felt...gaudy, dramatic to be so angry while he was so calm. She had a brief, bizarre flashback of the night before, an instant of clarity in the chaos -- his resentment toward her at not understanding his grief over the missing hat. Was this how he felt? Was that what it was to be a Jaegar? To be so attached to a hat, that losing it was like losing a limb?

She wasn't feeling especially sympathetic. 

And yet...by the light of day, his words and actions held more merit. She vaguely recalled being excited over her discovery of the apparently venomous toad's tooth -- a quick scan found it amid the soppy pile of rust-colored rags that had once been Mama Petra's apron -- and then her excitement over discovering the change. From here, though, she could see it was perhaps not so wonderful as she'd thought. If Jötz was telling the truth, he might have saved her a grisly, if not slimy, demise. And she'd be lying to say her fever dreams hadn't included half a dozen ideas for new and improved limbs, though nothing seemed quite as appetizing now that she was on her feet. 

Still. Life saving actions or no, he had taken only an instant and left her without a hand. it should not have surprised her. In fact, this was the only thing she'd ever known of Jaegers that had so far turned out to be true. But somehow, she had been. Perhaps she was only ashamed of her own naiveté. 

"I can handle it myself," she said hoarsely, and though she was no longer screaming, her voice was cold. But she peeled herself off the wall, anyway, her entire body tensed to run if it came to that. She crept forward, without ever once taking her eyes off him, and folded her bloodied apron into her arms. Arm. It was more difficult than she might have thought, and the realization made tears of anger and fear burn her eyes. She blinked them back. If the Jaegar was going to be cavalier about his grotesque actions, then so would she. 

She straightened again when at last she'd managed to tuck the bundle under one arm. Tying it around her waist again was out of the question. She regarded Jötz coolly, trying to keep her expression frank. 

"I think we should separate immediately. Er...once we get out of this hole. And then immediately after that."