Ivy shakes her head. “Nope that’s it. I don’t care what they think.” Ivy had placed trackers on Devon’s and Arty’s phones, just in case something happened to one of them. “Winter, I need to get here,” she shows the host a map with a point marked on it. 

Winter nods and closes her eyes. “[color=f7976a]W’peh![/color]” A weak portal opens next to Ivy. 

With a nod to both of them after explaining where all necessities were, Ivy portals to Arty’s apartment, right in front of a [i]pissed[/i] Devon with... a raised scythe...