There was a flinching twitch in her eye and a flash of well controlled anger at the comment about her dealing with the same sort of smell stuff as she did. But as someone who was raised to be a future member of a ruthless family of organized criminals. One doesn't so easily get angered by a simple ignorant comments by uneducated little shits. That is, of course still she was called crow. Her eyes went wide and she shot up to her feet and glared daggers at the boy, her fists clenched violently into fists. "Don't you Dare call me 'Crow, Miss Crow, or crow ANYTHING!" she pointed a dramatic finger at the boy and growled "I am Ivy Katrina Raven, of the Raven family. Call me a damned dirty crow again and I'll make sure that people will be finding pieces of you scattered across the next four countries!" She seethed angrily for a few more seconds before seemingly to realize her outbursts. She took a slight step back and cleared her throat and striated out her outfit. 

"Sorry about that stranger, Just...Call me  Raven, Black Bird, Even Birdy if you need a nick name. Just don't call me crow." As she calmed down she noted that the boy hadn't seemed particularly phased by her outburst of anger. Rather he seemed to be distracted by something...or someone. She took a glance in the direction and her eyes focused on the muscular man looking their way with a hungry sort of leer. She had seen that sort of look before, though this one got under her skin in a more significant way than normal. She could feel her heart rate increase a bit, and the odd twist of uncertainty in her belly. She took her seat again, slipping out one of her smaller daggers and casually using it to clean beneath her finger nails. A subtle way to 'bear her talons' so to speak. Remind any who thought of getting in her way that she wasn't a helpless girl if she made it this far. "So, What do I call you stranger? Besides smelly I guess."