For a time, Ivy had been nearly consumed by a sort smug pride -- and then even moreso by a grotesque excitement (the search for a live body could mean many things to a Spark, especially when that Spark was already missing some important limbs herself) -- but all of that, along with the deeper levels of thought, with the mild concern over her livelihood, and her frustrations with how the situation seemed to have progressed beyond 'fun and exciting' and into 'too long and taxing' at the very least; all of it was soon outshone entirely by Ludd's last words. 

There was no keeping the shock and confusion from Ivy's face as she fell from the Madness place just as quickly as she'd entered it. Ivy the Spark was gone, replaced by Ivy, the utterly baffled girl. 

"Did you say...St. Mayhew?" she repeated dumbly before she could stop herself. "Agnes...?" The given name wasn't familiar, but the surname...the same one emblazoned on a thin silver disk with a strange symbol beneath...the surname she'd been [i]found[/i] with when the Bartch's had adopted her, taken her home squalling to wake the dead, covered in a thick layer of inexplicably green mud...the surname she knew. She'd kept it, at Mama Petra's insistence, though she'd not been so keen in her early days. Her name, like her dark hair and gray-green eyes, so different from the blonde-haired, blue-eyed siblings she'd adopted as her own, was one of several things to separate her from her new family, a fact made all the more painful by the fact that she could not remember the one that had abandoned her. 

"Uh..." said Ivy, now finally turning to Jötz, her expression somewhere between [i]Did [b]you[/b] hear that?[/i] and [i]HELP ME![/i]. She was vaguely aware she was losing whatever tenuous hold on the situation she'd managed, but she wasn't quite sure how to stop that. Her mind was still in a whir, only this time, there were no far-fetched solutions, no water-powered light cannons, or steam-driven wolf clanks. There were only questions. Where, when, how, who? 

[i]Why?[/i]

"Um..." Ivy said again, slowly turning back to Ludd as she struggled to come up with at least a temporary solution. She needed answers from him, yes, but they would amount to nothing without the right questions. And if her name gave her the leverage she thought it might -- and that leverage could prove beyond valuable -- she couldn't afford to show her hand just yet. 

But what a hand to hide!

"I...will consult with my body guard," Ivy stammered eventually. "The plan is...agreeable," she added, trying to sound reluctant, and succeeding only in sounding a little congested. "But we...erm...we are going to sort out the...uh...details. Yes. Details. Come, minion!"