As he aproched her, those others around scatered, as any sane person would do when confonted with such a intensly bad smell. Ivy managed to hold her ground but her scowl deepen. Not so much out of anger bout out of a natural reaction to the stench and trying not to lose her lunch. She remained silent, staring intently at the boy as if trying to glare the reminder into his brain that he smelt like the inside of a garbage truck. When he blessedly remembered the reason she had spoken to him in the first place and applied the high-powered deodorizer to his body she took in a deep, loud, gasp of air. "Oh my god that took you long enough to get to. Geez, you weren't kidding when your not used to remembering this kind of stuff." She found that a rather curious fact. The circles she had grown up in had never been exactly the gentlest bunch, so she had seen her fair share of unkempt men and women... but there was always a certain aspect of class required among the upper tiers of them, and she had spent just as much time with the bosses as the brutes. 

She gave a dismissive wave of her hand at his question about the tattoos "Careful care, and the occasional touch up keeps them fading out or distorting." This lad was fishy, and she wasn't just talking about the smell. The boy was clearly uninitiated by the dangerous people all around. Sure, neither was she, but she had stared by some of the toughest men in her fathers service. Thugs were like family to her. Plus she was sure more than a few in the crowd recognized the significance of the tattoos on her right side. And he so casually caring such a odd tool. Not a traditional weapon, though if it could go through stone all day she supposed it men and armor was little deterrent to it. "Smelled to me that you aren't used to doing it yearly! Don't worry about it that junk, cleaning is a common curtsy to yourself and to others! If I had to go through the entire exam having to smell you like that I don't I would have wanted to stick it through the whole thing." she said turning her head to look out to the crowd. -Okay, conversation over kid. you don't stink to high heaven and I'm free to focus on the test. Now run along and get lost.- she thought to herself, assuming her body language would indicate she didn't plan one continuing a dialogue.