It took her until the end of his tirade and several seconds of bloated silence afterward for Ivy to realize she had, in the interim, moved toward the Jaeger, and not away, like she'd almost certainly intended to. Like any [i]sane[/i] person would. Even a Spark. 

Possibly a Spark. 

But then...when had Spark's ever been considered sane?

The possibility that he might be right, no matter how strange and confusing his words, that they might be fated together forever more, two dangerous, uncanny outcasts doomed to wander the Wastes forever, taming danger and losing limbs...it unnerved her, yes. But it didn't [i]frighten[/i] her, or not nearly as much as it ought to have. And it ought to have. Two days ago, she'd been a girl in a small town with a penchant for daydreaming and fixing her father's watches. And now she was a Spark being hunted by family and friends, limbless and lost with no plans and no maps and no inklings of where she ought to go next. 

Though...Mechanicsburg sounded intriguing. Her apron was running low, and she certainly did not intend to stay long without her only operational hand. 

She realized she was staring, dazed, at the Jaeger, and abruptly looked down to a shorn off arm that was a little less shocking every time. And wouldn't it be something if she could just [i]carry[/i] the apron with her? Not literally, of course -- though there would be an attachment for that, too, just in case -- but a sort of never-ending tool kit she could have with her for any such occasion. She would need extra fingers, too, and something more durable than flesh, lighter than bone...she would be able to move faster that way, and in the future, protect against further Jaeger attacks. She would need a weapon, then, she could worked out whatever processes had made the ÜberOven quite so....well, frankly, it had been perfect, its only [i]real[/i] flaw that it hadn't followed her out here, though now she was thinking some sort of cloaking device might make all the -- 

"What?"

Her head snapped up and her eyes cleared as Jötz began speaking again. She realized once more she was standing closer than she'd intended, given that he [i]had[/i] cut off her arm without so much as blinking an eye. Even if he did seem somewhat apologetic. Even if she [i]had[/i] maybe been a little bit worried by his outburst, and not in the way she might have guessed. Even if she did sort of understand, and now didn't have to go through the trouble of trying to remove her own inferior limb. In fact, she'd been thinking she could get around faster if she didn't have such boring [i]feet[/i] -- 

"Yes. Okay. Fine," she blurted. "We'll go to the next town, sure. But only because you know the way. And none of this...[i]minion[/i] stuff." She made a face. "Don't be weird. Let's just go, okay?"