Ivy felt her belly fill with a cold and slimy dread, and took a step forward anyway, green eyes wide in wonder and disbelief. The mechanical spider on her shoulder took one look and scuttled further back under a fall of thick black curls. Ivy took no notice of her arachnid friend, nor her Jaeger friend, either as she inched forward with more reverence than caution. If she'd seen the books, the carvings, or any of the small, dusty room's other antiquated knick-knacks, she didn't show it, and in fact had yet to comment on the strange condition of the room itself. Her gaze, growing more and more awe struck by the moment, was for the noble skeletal figure before her. 

"Is that him?" she almost whispered to no one in particular. Her still-bare toes had reached the heavy feet of the desk by the point, though she didn't appear to take notice of that either. Instead, with a grace that had thus far proved to be far from the norm, she braced herself against the desk, leaving fingerprints in the quarter inch of dust as she settled on her knees to get a closer look. A globe sitting on one corner of the desk teetered perilously. Without looking away from the mummy corpse, Ivy calmly extended a hand. Petris hurried down her arm, extended one of it's eight legs, and righted the thing before perching atop the globe itself -- and apparently going to work. 

Ivy, for her part, hadn't yet taken her eyes from the ancient man before her, though they now flitted here and there as if taking in something otherwise unapparent to the average looker. 

Finally, quietly, calmly, she said, "I want to figure out how he locked the room. There was a reason he trapped himself in here. If we can figure that out, maybe he can find his treasure, too."

She turned back to Jötz and beamed, her eyes nearly glowing. "I bet a man like this had Sparky toys [i]everywhere[/i]."